ALI VEGAS - Queens anthem lyrics

(Yo) Queens got shit on lock

Wipe your feet when you step in my house (Queens nigga)

Queens got shit on lock (Ali Vegas) (no doubt watch yo mouth)

*Repeat

Yo Ali where you from, I'm from Jamaica, Queens

Where they beat you up and take your jeans

Most of them kids'll put a toast in your ribs, if you make a scene

For the grace of green, fakes and fiends

can't wait to meet and scheme on ways to erase your team

Only my fam and God knows how much I damage y'all flows

A live vet, die tech reference from camouflage foes

On tough nights I let my heat fire

shorty stoned scuff nights over the street wire

He said this work'll be deranging, stressing

I had to sit him down and explain the lesson

I told him never change direction, just maintain perfection

'Cause every time you lose faith your foes gain a blessing

Now Ali'll catch reck against your best vets

On cold nights I rest fresh techs inside of Guess sweats

for them killers sending death threats

A young Queens nigga getting money

so y'all think people make decisions funny

[Chorus]

Yo in the summer time beats bang

police blame street gangs that speak slang when the heat flames

Stick up kids (??) when it's nice out, people with ice out

Queens niggas build (??) and escape through precise routes

A bunch of shot landers, running from that super commander

nobody can't stand her

In '94, the grimmey whore got my family

Shipped me down to Atlanta

I came back the streets praised me

Now I raise guns on killers who raised me

To all you teens rushing through, I'm crushing you

I ain't huggable or lovable, I'm just a young Queens nigga that's untouchable

But still I get shown lots of love

We never borrowed coats, we had to double coats and wear socks as gloves

In fights and scuffles you get temporarily scarred with a knife

but in a struggles you get mentally scarred for life (what)

[Chorus]

I share brief conversations with my street congregation

Before I meet with either God or Satan

I flee of conflagration

In fatigues and walibees Ali's the prodigy

who flow futuristic like Nostradamus prophecies

Knowledge equality, now it hurts my pops to see

(??) now it's me for street survival

My Queens hotties, see never repeat the Bible

We cock and squeeze when we meet with rivals, Police is trife too

Rules give me beats to write to

Ali's the pharoah summoned by the most prolific gods that comes complete to cycle

Now things are starting to get more drastic

The Bronx mothered hip-hop but Queens fathered this rap shit

(What?!)

[Chorus til fade]