Paroles de 'A Queens Story' par Nas

Rest in peace, the black Jus
Ride up to Jamaica Queens in this black truck
Tim’s was 40 bellow wave to the side of his dome, definition of good nigga yo
Gangstas don't die, niggas only become immortal
Angels no longer fly, they walk right before you
In front of you, it's foul what this honey could do
Cash corrupts the loyal
I hung with E-Money too, the fuckin' truth
There was Stretch from my squad
I could've died the same night that Stretch died
I just got out of his ride
He dropped me off then drove to Springfield
November 30th another Queens king killed
It fucked me up y'all
I was just tryin' to make it with Steve Stoute
The legal way, drug-free route
Back in the days they was sleepin' on us
Brooklyn keep on takin' it, Manhattan keep on makin' it
Tryna leave Queens out
Though we was pullin’ them beans out, them M3’s out
Poppin’, bringin’ them D’s out
Rastas sellin’ chocolate weed inside of a weed house
Coliseum down stairs, gold teeth mouth
A story of warriors, 8 street, twin buildings
Vernon can’t even count the letters to his children
Justice and ravens would, nice neighborhood
Cuz sleepin’ out there be a rapto
Bridge niggas, be up in Petey’s 10 racks yo
A simple bet on a serious cash flow
Get money Manolo, welcome home Castro
Queen bridge unified all out ass for
Let’s do it for DU, say what up the stacks yo
I just salute real niggas when I pass through

Niggas is very hungry for that bank robbery
Buried money, tryin’ to get to a Benz from a Hyundai
The Queens courthouse right next to the cemetery
Niggas rap sheets look like obituaries
You be starvin’ in cute gardens
Baloneys and milk from a small carton
You could still feel chill some team
Our one A team, my nigga been fly by like it’s a dream
His face on his shirt kings laced in a pinky ring and his black Benz murkin’
Back when black rockin’ robbers on the map
Chiva in yellow shacks, dope sold in laundry mats
Thugs barkin’, amped from weed only the heart of champions see
Ever since back then a nigga been about the dough

Do you all know how the story go?
Go go go go go go go
Do you all know how the story go?
Do you all know how the story go?
Go go go go go go go

Any other real niggas in the world besides us I ask
Probly is but all y’all will never cross paths

Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
Ain’t here to tell a story, let’s celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not here

This how we do, I see you DU
Queens to the heavens, salute the hood legends
Crack a Patron, Hennessey and Glen Levis
Champagne bottles, droughting off the shadows
Hope the memories will get us through tomorrow
I’m a real OG cuz back in ’93 niggas couldn’t fuck with me
Sippin’ y’all since I was little league
Back in the rental, mouth shinin’ Eddie’s gold caps
All up in the dental, nigga get money now but you know I’m still mental

But now Sickle put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
Ain’t here to tell a story, let’s celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
This for the fallen soldiers, hold it down I told ya
Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rollin’

Watch the com rillaz channel his mom’s spirit
Goose bumps cover me, mother’s here I could feel her
Blood of Christ covers me, I will save the young healer
Drugs prices up or down, I know a few dealers
And some accident murderers, they act like they killed on purpose
Liars brag, they put work in
You ain’t here to murk him, your gun’s a virgin
Better stay on point, if not, it’s curtains
Beebo posy reincarnated through me probly
And music money didn’t stop me
I never claimed to be the toughest
Though to blame for a few faces reconstructed
It’s the game that we were stuck here
Now I’m the only black in the club
With rich yappy kids, sad thing
This is the top, but where the hustlers went?
No familiar faces around, ain’t gotta grab the musket
It’s all safe and sound, champagne by the bucket
Where the niggas I shouted out on my first shit?
Roll, cookin’ blow fuckin’ slay that where turkey went
Old videos from niggas that was murdered since
Another reason to confer the bet

Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
Ain’t here to tell a story, let’s celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
This for the fallen soldiers, hold it down I told ya
Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rollin’