[Intro] G.O.D. What`s up man? Word up son I`m goin uptown. What you doin? I`ma leave this motherfucking money That`s hot shit Let`s go son QB shit Fuck everybody
[Black] Who make a better entrance than a QB squad From guns, cracks to tracks we some QB stars Ain`t no question `bout who we are Straight poems from Shae, Nas to the bar we keepin` the hood glowin It`s Mecca how the hood`s glowin and lives changin` Little dunns runnin` the streets with Macs blazin` Young cats runnin` the streets with soap blazin` Now y`all know why the biggest hood could be labeled amazin` We stand up running songs we step to the plate Guaranteed to make ya hot like Kuwait I went from toppin` on plates to hittin` the Ave. and puttin up A Now it`s thoughts, pencils, and papers provin` I`m great Same nigga in the hood or tourin the states Violator have to raise the crime rate, check my mind state you could see it`s on a whole different level It`s Ill Will I front Queensbridge rebel...
[Littles] A `78 baby comin` up in the hood crazy Watchin` crack bubblin` in mid-80s now I live it daily Young ones with guns cockin the hammer Speakin` hood grammar hustlin` cracks dodgin` the slammer All 31s get funds runnin` raps for they dunns Quiet Storm so you won`t hear it come heavy metal excident I got some seditives to make ya`ll start relaxin` Ill Will now waitin` for the chance to keep the dough stackin` QB niggas waitin` for they anthem Look black play the cut like the phantom out front niggas Catch me on the 40 sideway to blunt have some liquor in a cup Crime Fam` livin` up this beat is excellent I feel it too much Fuck around somebody might get touched I`m bravehearted you get tackled on the fifty line yardage If you come against my whole team of starters mic murder slaughters
[Lord] (Chorus) We grow grey in the same place Walk the same block, squeeze the same glock We gotta eat for niggas that don`t sleep We hustlin` in sleep catch you permanent creeps We brake bread from fucking the same bitch We reppin` the same clique for that QB shit We mos` real my people is mos` ill Nigga take it how you feel get shot for real
[Chaos] I tripped and fell many times but rose to my feet Fo-fo longs concealed in my no face sleeves To my life slip away one step from a grave And steady took away my youth for locked me in a bink Man, I was too young to understand what life means See y`all gon` understand a story of thug that like things Can`t express the rush I get when busting Macs How adrenaline flows when the hammer kicks back I know it`s more than life in the hood But I still spit stories of my past ways It`s like a glass maze Six blocks caged in I was razed in The illest of fond, the realest in dunns QB to the death of me, I suerve and ride Till` my physical is stiff and my sould is on the other side Mo` money, mo` murder, mo` homicide Fuck wit` QB man you better have that allibi
[Craig G.] I`m from a planet called QB where drama runs deep And gunshots wake you up out of your sleep like an alarm clock In `84 top ten that was a bomb spot Practiced playin` ball in the wrist I have a strong shot At 4 o`clock I`ll rob you under the tressle Came from out of town actin` special That`s why I see you fake leaders, and snake breaders Shit me and the Bravehearts go back like saint weeders Ball bustaz and brain beaters You ain`t worth the coins in the change meter On every block and bridge we flame heaters Hollow points for you laying cheaters Waiting till` your main day needers Shit, Craig G. Naturally and tragically obligated to bust ass In the clutch like Kurt Warner throwin` touch pass Don`t believe anything that you read inside them smut rags Half of these rappers sound like smoke twenty dust bags Probably did, you ain`t holdin` the kid that`ll bust back When drama is on I know for a fact so trust that
