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Yeah, yeah, yeah

Doin' our thing in Queens
We had dreams about bein' emcees
An' there was no concern about so an' so
An' these record companies

But now we all are grown
An' the spots is gettin' blown
Boyz II Men, ABC, BBD
Nah, we ain't none of them B

Gimme, so gimme
Nore, Phife Dawg an' Abstract
Gimme to everyone in the world
Nore, Phife Dawg an' Abstract

Yo, when I rap, all my niggas love Abstract
Yo, from Far Rock to Flushing, concussion
Every time a nigga rhyme it's like we get our bus' on
I used to ride a dollar van an' really get my bus on

Yo, from South Don to El Segundo
All my niggas gettin' high, yo, an' still livin' on the run though
Get a lotta dough, so now we have a lotta fun though
Q U, two E's, N, S, all we really care about is money, cheba an' sex

What, what, what

Niggas get faded, never outdated
Give it to the world, 'cause for long they waited
Shorty's online to cop the new CD
So hip hop'll bust nut in graffiti

We could two piece it or we could just seize it
Shorty, you're my shit, 'cause my style wild decent
What's it gonna be, the party or the precent?
Queens cats rock, keep it rugged an' recent

My nigga Nore thug it out, thug it out, no doubt
Phife Dawg buggin' out, buggin' out, no doubt
The Love Movement, no doubt, Love Movement, no doubt
Ali Shaheed get a shout, shout it out, no doubt

Yo, better things, hold on, take a time out
Huddle up, yo, Queens niggas won't fuck it up
Keep my Southside niggas just playin' the cut
While my Queensbridge people stay roughin' you up

East Elmhurst, Carona, Iatola
Keep the caller ID on the Motorola
Gotta keep the po-po on the payola
Queens niggas shut it down, so now it's all over

One nine two, the bully Fram Lou
Merrick Van Wig holler, Shaft got brew
Head up Jamacia Ave, cop a tape by DJ Clue
Move to the acre, sippin' on a Guinney booze

Scoopin' ladies up in babies makes my day complete
Freestylin' over beats for my peoples in the street
This is a place where stars are born
Linden to Lawton, we keep it hot like porn

Doin' our thing in Queens
We had dreams about bein' emcees
An' there was no concern about so an' so
An' these record companies

But now we all are grown
An' the spots is gettin' blown
Boyz II Men, ABC, BBD
Nah, we ain't none of them B

Gimme, so gimme
Nore, Phife Dawg an' Abstract
Gimme to everyone in the world
Nore, Phife Dawg an' Abstract

Check it out like that
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