Queens feat Paris

50 cent

rider,gain!

exceptional

i string ‘em along with some acoustic guitar shit

tell ‘em park it in front of neiman marcus

i need that, i need that

i need that, i need that

said we gon chill, where the w**d at, the w**d at?

said you got a spider, where them keys at? them keys at?

living on em, shitted on em toncha

i’m hotter than the sauna, pull off in a zonda

calm yourself 'fore you get dealt with

had the medics working on your pelvis

doa there’s nothing left to say

went down like an hourglass

paris 1st class regardless

fake B*****s not responsive

me, i’m in the streets rocking a piece that’s retarded

in the diamond district with jacob

making loads, you little cons wanna save up

we come from queens where we are taught to handle beef on our own

you call up cops, we get it poppin, we be out with the chrome

where brooklyn at? where the bronx at? where harlem at?

where statan at?

where brooklyn at? where the bronx at? where harlem at?

where yonkers at?

all my men is caked up, stingy with the snatch

cause niggas get too attached

sleep with the ratchet under the mattress

natural, my cat got a 5 o’clock shadow

it don’t matter cause niggas is still mad at you

chicks is getting f**ked

i’m on top, that’s how i bop, luxury every stop

eat it or beat it, you should already know my friend

you’re not needed: next n***a remix

word to everything on some g shit

f**k with me, give me a reason

feel something hot, change the whole season

for the greater good, make you fix your demons

it’s the loca, caramel mocha

bitches is on their sofa, i’m taking over

you now rocking with the best mama

bombshell hood hottie in the egg-shell bugatti, oh!

we come from queens where we are taught to handle beef on our own

you call up cops, we get it poppin, we be out with the chrome

where brooklyn at? where the bronx at? where harlem at?

where statan at?

where brooklyn at? where the bronx at? where harlem at?

where yonkers at?

ease on em, squeeze on em

move, dump the .22, three’s on ‘em

breeze on ‘em, lit the trees on ‘em

in the bandanna, make ‘em think it’s gang-related

we on that gritty shit, the city shit

new york new york

you come through on some pretty shit

get outlined in chalk

i get busy, i get busy, i’m strapped now

i’m tryna say i want you motherf**kers to act out

i had that ass sprintin’ towards the door when i back out

don’t do it, don’t you do it

don’t make me stick to you

holy moly, ya rolly, icy oyster perpetual

diamonds blinking like ass, take a look at it

i’m a regular bad man, they say i’m a mad man

f**k a mask and gloves

i let it on bare hands

we come from a war zone, them southside streets

where anything and everything get gunned to eat

we come from queens where we are taught to handle beef on our own

you call up cops, we get it poppin, we be out with the chrome

where brooklyn at? where the bronx at? where harlem at?

where statan at?

where brooklyn at? where the bronx at? where harlem at?

where yonkers at?