QB's Finest lyrics
QB's Finest lyrics
"Real Nias NasRuc Lyrics"
Go Ahead Den Lyrics
[Kardinal Offishall] Alright Yo, I'm bust I'mma kill it, I'mma kill it Here we go here we go Yo My flow is like a cock block for your whole label street team My verse is like a hearse for your marketing scheme My whole steez nigga please, put the mic down Talking 'bout you represent, when you embarrassing your town Walking around with the Gay Pride parade crown Silicone raps underneath that pink gown Posing as a killer when you living as a clown
Nas & Ruc---Real Niggas
Ruk:
Ill Will...yeah yeah yo...Queensbridge niggas...crud love baby..
Verse 1: (Ruk)
Aiyo, I zone out
feelin' like I'm in Capone's house
starin' at Manhattan and The Bridge with the chrome out
Ki's on the table, black tanktop, long cable
thoughts of overtakin' the table
dismantle and disable
verbal, made fatal, what drug paper do
straight duct tapin', apin' a few
takin' Mo' and Henny straight and things loose
puffin' the fruits, thug in a duece
flaggin', pants saggin', fuckin' ya goose
I'm like nothin' to you
dumpin' the Rug' and your group in a red coog'
jump in the Isuzu and cruise
blank tints, bulletproof, red Timb boots
nigga loose, license plate screamin' "Fuck you"
drunken days, I wish ya'll knew
thug dreams, what it means to you
red seams, triple beams
40 inch blings, Ill Will the fuckin' team
this for my niggas in the Bridge from Queens.
Chorus (Nas)
Illmatic Ice, Goon, Sonny, and Smitty (real niggas)
Big Felton, Chick, Petey, and Sarge (real niggas)
Yambo, Bar, Spank, and Will (real niggas
some is here, some died in the field (real niggas)
Richie, Luke, Arkay, Marty, Tahay (real niggas)
Rico, Black, Party Rob, and Eighty (real niggas)
Y.G., Nut, Foul One, and Lord (real niggas)
Blink, Ice, Cliff, Super nice, and Draws (real niggas)
Verse 2: (Nas)
Bumpy Johnson style, old timers, crocodile shoes
pinky rings, big rounders with tools, bossin' wild crews
slacks, overlaps, applejack hats quarterfield coats
Cadillacs with white walls and chrome wheel spokes
they were organized, investin', had a piece of the hood
they had drugs, bettin' numbers, police understood
they played the Cotton club, red carpet, hoes on they arm
plush mink, pimped out gangsta, civil rights wasn't won
every Christmas they were Santa Claus, Nichson was the Anti-Christ
bitches asses were bigger then, sniffin' nose candy white
listenin' to Malcolm speak, talcum powder, shaving cream
layin' back, barber chair, straight razor clean
Babies were born, big families started to blossom
mad people just applied for apartments and got 'em
used to be rules to this game of hustlers and dealers
from Tommy guns to MAC Tens it's Q.B
Verse 3: (Ruc)
96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings
Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
each block, ten spots, a hundred different villians
in abundance my dunnettes run this drug dealin'
stash the jums in hallway cielings
gangsta paradise, watch the ice, nigga make a killin'
in the cut on the steps yo gettin' good neck
only in the projects, we die with respect
pussy niggas quiet as kept will riot the set
six blocks of real niggas vexed
assorted irons and vests, stress on they chest
20 half a G's on Henny, Son, the whole hood is wet
in memory of...who's next?
train they set, lend they Teck, earn your check
nigga, you better rep
real niggas come out the projects
40 to the 41st, Vernon to the 12th.
Chorus (Nas)
Sherm the Worm, High, Papoose (real niggas)
Black Ed, Killa Black, Wee-Wop (real niggas)
Body G, Divine, Hot Day (real niggas)
J.L., Earnie, Q.T. (real niggas)
Karate Joe, Big Killa, Beefstick (real niggas)
Lloyd, Floyd, niggas we miss (real niggas)
Al Womack, Spunk, World, and Fun (real niggas)
Goodfellas, 40 Busters,
Vernon Posse, Tre Bag, Black Born (real niggas)
Green Eyes, Small Shan, Duhan (real niggas)
Peace, Tommy, Ron, Keyshawn (real niggas)
Herb, Bohound, Crazy (real niggas)
Jungle, Horse, Wiz, Bravehearts (real niggas)
Havoc, Prodigy, Mobb Deep (real niggas)
Killa Kids, Infamous Mobb (real niggas)
Rambo, Face, Shayquan (real niggas)
L.E.S., Big Things, Nashawn (real niggas)
Crime Fam, Ron, Smack, Don, Alawn (real niggas)
Justice, Understanding, Joe Grimes (real niggas)
Lou, Frank, John, Hope, Fall Guy (real niggas)
J-Roc, Bumpy, and Little Black (real niggas)
the list is gettin' too long for this track (real niggas)
Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta...to all my real niggas from Queensbridge,
from the grave, in a cage, or walkin' on stage doin' they thing gettin'
paid...my Nigga Mr. Ruc who don't give a fuck,
Queensbridge to the death niggas,
2001 and so on and so on...
(Ruc)
My nigga Bowser, my nigga Spank, shoutouts to Sudan,
QBC's finest, Bing, Crime Fam, Killa Kids, Malik The Hitler,
Hot Bars, Mo King, shouts to Pop, Wild Gremlins, Germ and Norm,
let's get it on..
[Kardinal Offishall] Alright Yo, I'm bust I'mma kill it, I'mma kill it Here we go here we go Yo My flow is like a cock block for your whole label street team My verse is like a hearse for your marketing scheme My whole steez nigga please, put the mic down Talking 'bout you represent, when you embarrassing your town Walking around with the Gay Pride parade crown Silicone raps underneath that pink gown Posing as a killer when you living as a clown
Nas & Ruc---Real Niggas
Ruk:
Ill Will...yeah yeah yo...Queensbridge niggas...crud love baby..
Verse 1: (Ruk)
Aiyo, I zone out
feelin' like I'm in Capone's house
starin' at Manhattan and The Bridge with the chrome out
Ki's on the table, black tanktop, long cable
thoughts of overtakin' the table
dismantle and disable
verbal, made fatal, what drug paper do
straight duct tapin', apin' a few
takin' Mo' and Henny straight and things loose
puffin' the fruits, thug in a duece
flaggin', pants saggin', fuckin' ya goose
I'm like nothin' to you
dumpin' the Rug' and your group in a red coog'
jump in the Isuzu and cruise
blank tints, bulletproof, red Timb boots
nigga loose, license plate screamin' "Fuck you"
drunken days, I wish ya'll knew
thug dreams, what it means to you
red seams, triple beams
40 inch blings, Ill Will the fuckin' team
this for my niggas in the Bridge from Queens.
Chorus (Nas)
Illmatic Ice, Goon, Sonny, and Smitty (real niggas)
Big Felton, Chick, Petey, and Sarge (real niggas)
Yambo, Bar, Spank, and Will (real niggas
Inheritance Lyrics
(Mark Hollis Tim Friese-Greene) Now the fun is over Where do words begin I'm trying to find the path ahead Any way you say it The charade goes on But your eyes won't see it It's the same old song 'I don't believe you' Promises so golden Years have proved them wrong I'm trying to leave some self respect Any way you say it Our decline goes on But your pride won't heed it It's the same old song 'I don't believe you' I don't I don't believe in you And the way you play it Is the way you want it Any way you sing it
) (Mark Hollis Tim Friese-Greene) Now the fun is over Where do words begin I'm trying to find the path ahead Any way you say it The charade goes on But your eyes won't see it It's the same old song 'I don't believe you' Promises so golden Years have proved them wrong I'm trying to leave some self respect Any way you say it Our decline goes on But your pride won't heed it It's the same old song 'I don't believe you' I don't I don't believe in you And the way you play it Is the way you want it Any way you sing it
some is here, some died in the field (real niggas)
Richie, Luke, Arkay, Marty, Tahay (real niggas)
Rico, Black, Party Rob, and Eighty (real niggas)
Y.G., Nut, Foul One, and Lord (real niggas)
Blink, Ice, Cliff, Super nice, and Draws (real niggas)
Verse 2: (Nas)
Bumpy Johnson style, old timers, crocodile shoes
pinky rings, big rounders with tools, bossin' wild crews
slacks, overlaps, applejack hats quarterfield coats
Cadillacs with white walls and chrome wheel spokes
they were organized, investin', had a piece of the hood
they had drugs, bettin' numbers, police understood
they played the Cotton club, red carpet, hoes on they arm
plush mink, pimped out gangsta, civil rights wasn't won
every Christmas they were Santa Claus, Nichson was the Anti-Christ
bitches asses were bigger then, sniffin' nose candy white
listenin' to Malcolm speak, talcum powder, shaving cream
layin' back, barber chair, straight razor clean
Babies were born, big families started to blossom
mad people just applied for apartments and got 'em
used to be rules to this game of hustlers and dealers
from Tommy guns to MAC Tens it's Q.B
Yours Love Lyrics
May the life that I live be yours love may the best I can give be yours love And from this moment on may a love that is strong and lives on and on be yours love May the sons that I raise be yours love may the comforts I praise be yours love If I ever get weak may the love words I speak and the arms that I seek be yours love May the Lord's shining grace be yours love may the happiest face be yours love May the last fingertips that touch these two lips as life from me slips be yours love As life from me slips be yours love
's newborn killers. May the life that I live be yours love may the best I can give be yours love And from this moment on may a love that is strong and lives on and on be yours love May the sons that I raise be yours love may the comforts I praise be yours love If I ever get weak may the love words I speak and the arms that I seek be yours love May the Lord's shining grace be yours love may the happiest face be yours love May the last fingertips that touch these two lips as life from me slips be yours love As life from me slips be yours love
Verse 3: (Ruc)
96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings
Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
each block, ten spots, a hundred different villians
in abundance my dunnettes run this drug dealin'
stash the jums in hallway cielings
gangsta paradise, watch the ice, nigga make a killin'
in the cut on the steps yo gettin' good neck
only in the projects, we die with respect
pussy niggas quiet as kept will riot the set
six blocks of real niggas vexed
assorted irons and vests, stress on they chest
20 half a G's on Henny, Son, the whole hood is wet
in memory of...who's next?
train they set, lend they Teck, earn your check
nigga, you better rep
real niggas come out the projects
40 to the 41st, Vernon to the 12th.
Chorus (Nas)
Sherm the Worm, High, Papoose (real niggas)
Black Ed, Killa Black, Wee-Wop (real niggas)
Body G, Divine, Hot Day (real niggas)
J.L., Earnie, Q.T. (real niggas)
Karate Joe, Big Killa, Beefstick (real niggas)
Lloyd, Floyd, niggas we miss (real niggas)
Al Womack, Spunk, World, and Fun (real niggas)
Goodfellas, 40 Busters,
Killing Time Lyrics
Stumbling words and stuttering lips Make the sentence complete A death sentence complete Create hell our of hopelessness Confirm the failure of it all Falling and calling Falling and crawling A Stick in the ground scratches your name A scream in the darkness is searching Again and again Watching eyes wait for sadeness to rise True superstitions combine and thicken This poison that reaches my Soul This terror that blackens my Soul I must smile at your strategy And laugh at your plan And th
Young Guns (real niggas) Stumbling words and stuttering lips Make the sentence complete A death sentence complete Create hell our of hopelessness Confirm the failure of it all Falling and calling Falling and crawling A Stick in the ground scratches your name A scream in the darkness is searching Again and again Watching eyes wait for sadeness to rise True superstitions combine and thicken This poison that reaches my Soul This terror that blackens my Soul I must smile at your strategy And laugh at your plan And th
Vernon Posse, Tre Bag, Black Born (real niggas)
Green Eyes, Small Shan, Duhan (real niggas)
Peace, Tommy, Ron, Keyshawn (real niggas)
Herb, Bohound, Crazy (real niggas)
Jungle, Horse, Wiz, Bravehearts (real niggas)
Havoc, Prodigy, Mobb Deep (real niggas)
Killa Kids, Infamous Mobb (real niggas)
Rambo, Face, Shayquan (real niggas)
L.E.S., Big Things, Nashawn (real niggas)
Crime Fam, Ron, Smack, Don, Alawn (real niggas)
Justice, Understanding, Joe Grimes (real niggas)
Lou, Frank, John, Hope, Fall Guy (real niggas)
J-Roc, Bumpy, and Little Black (real niggas)
the list is gettin' too long for this track (real niggas)
Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta...to all my real niggas from Queensbridge,
from the grave, in a cage, or walkin' on stage doin' they thing gettin'
paid...my Nigga Mr. Ruc who don't give a fuck,
Queensbridge to the death niggas,
2001 and so on and so on...
(Ruc)
My nigga Bowser, my nigga Spank, shoutouts to Sudan,
QBC's finest, Bing, Crime Fam, Killa Kids, Malik The Hitler,
Hot Bars, Mo King, shouts to Pop, Wild Gremlins, Germ and Norm,
let's get it on..