[Intro]
QBK
Whats wrong widdem
Complex nigga
G2MCG eh
2089, 2067 Izzy, 2063 Izzy
4020 Dun-Dun (ICG)
'Plex block
Southside Weston road nigga (free King nigga)
5 Bellevue, You can find us on the southside, free the mandem
Got my cuzzo Paper in the building, real fucking drillers
Compact reload
[Chorus]
These niggas claim Queens block, but we QBK
QBK
QBK
These niggas claim Queens block ,but we QBK (Killas)
QBK (killas)
QBK (killas)
These niggas claim Jungle, but we JBK
JBK (JBK)
JBK (JBK)
These niggas claim Regent, but we RBK
RBK (RBK)
RBK (RBK)
Verse 1 [S-Loc]
I heard these niggas want me dead, like everyday
But they don't know S-Loc got a SK
When we rollin through some blocks, yeah, thats today
We got the choppa, lay a nigga down on the ground
Shots up mafia, you know we don't play around
Got the young boys in the back, and they lay you down
Lefty, Momo, Effie at the back, nigga
Got paperboy in the front, he straight strapped nigga
If you get close, you get motherfucking slapped nigga
Top dog from the YG 'Plex block, nigga
If you get close thats a head fucking shot nigga
Free the Gen Sick from the fuckin Parma block nigga
[Chorus]
These niggas claim Queens block, but we QBK
QBK (QBK) (Nigga, we QBK)
QBK (QBK) (S-Loc)
These niggas claim Queens block ,but we QBK (Killas)
QBK (QBK) (killas)
QBK (QBK) (killas)
These niggas claim Jungle, but we JBK
JBK (JBK) (Fuck Jungle Nigga)
JBK (JBK)
These niggas claim Regent, but we RBK
RBK (RBK) (Fuck Y.R.N. Nigga)
RBK (RBK) (fuck them niggas)
Verse 2
Fuck queens drive, yeah we ride everyday
Get slapped out if you don't pay your way
Man I mean fucking pave your way
Show up on your block, all the youngins, yeah we out today
Running through 4 blocks, yeah we did it today (today)
Woolner, Regent, Everyday (Jungle too) (everyday)
Fuck the queens drive, we spray eveyday (slap dat)
Everyday (Everyday), Everyday (Everyday)
Free M-Loc, we scream that everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
Free eyebrow, we scream that everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
Free H-Loc, we scream that everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
Free Sin, He [?] everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
Free LF, he'd show up on your block today, today, today, today, today
He's in the bin, crushing everyday (bangouts), everyday, everyday, (stompouts), everyday, everyday
Screamin Weston block nigga
Me and Momo in the Car, we do the drop, nigga (we do the drop)
Shoutout [?] In Miami nigga
On tour, coloured straps nigga
[Chorus]
These niggas claim Queens block, but we QBK
QBK (QBK) (Nigga, we QBK)
QBK (QBK) (BAP BAP)
These niggas claim Queens block ,but we QBK (brrap) (Killas)
QBK (QBK) (killas)
QBK (QBK) (killas)
These niggas claim Jungle, but we JBK (BAP BAP)
JBK (JBK) (Fuck Pistol)
JBK (JBK)
These niggas claim Regent, but we RBK
RBK (RBK) (Fuck Y.R.N.)
RBK (RBK) (Momo)
Verse 3
[Murda]
These niggas from my block know that I slap heat
Pull up to the queens drive, lurking through the back streets
These niggas think they hot, til they fuckin get shot
Trey eight colt nigga, thats the fucking 6 shot
If you fucking think your sick, you could catch it with my stick
Catch me posted on the corner on my motherfucking strip
Holding on my fucking grip and I'm hopping out the whip
Extended fucking clip
If you wanna claim the queens drive, then your gonna fucking die
See casper fucking run like that niggas a track star, when I slap far, just know I got aim, I'll hit you In your brain, thats the end of the game
[Chorus]
These niggas claim Queens block, but we QBK
QBK (QBK) (Nigga, we QBK)
QBK (QBK) (BAP BAP)
These niggas claim Queens block ,but we QBK (brrap) (Killas)
QBK (QBK) (killas)
QBK (QBK) (killas)
These niggas claim Jungle, but we JBK (BAP BAP)
JBK (JBK) (Jungz Block Killas)
JBK (JBK)
These niggas claim Regent, but we RBK (RBK, Regent block killas)
RBK (RBK) (Fuck Y.R.N.)
RBK (RBK)
Verse 4 [Effie]
This Effie, from the 'Plex, I'm claiming JBK
You niggas want war, I'm riding out today
Call Momo, he got the Trey Trey
Catch that miyute lackin and I blow his brains (Bap Bap Bap)
I'm from the Dun-dun where we chippin 'caine
I'm a mad man, I'm insane
Catch a nigga lackin, shoot him til he red
Now his momma on the news, her baby boy is dead (bap bap)
(*Bappers hit you in your head*)