[Chorus]

There's a place I know where the bitches go

Where they rob you for your dough and chill on the low

In Southside...

Queens, Queens

Where if you say, "The Ave"

People automatically know the path

You don't have to do the math

In Southside...

Queens, Queens

[Verse]

I knew this nigga named Donovan

Astonishing, the way he used to handle the pill, God (Word)

Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees

And in the middle, at the same time, guzzling a beer

Like a puzzle or a riddle, discovering his path to the hoop

Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard, oops

Son got hops, never knew he would've grew it

Cool nigga, when it came to school, he blew it

A scholar in acute nigga-risms and metropolitans

Kids hollering, "Yo, Donovan, hey, come around the block"

Youngest of three sons, fucking with coupons and refunds

Food stamps; still, he was a champ

Time to get loot for boots and kicks now

Fuck hoops, gotta impress the chicks now

His mama said, "Donovan, why are you

On the corner of Linden and Guy R. Brewer?"

He said, "Mama, listen close, I'mma tell you one time

You're killing my high, plus, I got a nine" (What?)

"All I be doing is putting in work

So you can get a brand new dress for church

I know the Devil lurks outside, man, it's cold

But I don't wanna get paid slow and grow old like Papa

Plus I'm on parole, I gotta

Get paid off the streets to make ends meet"

With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face

Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste

That night, rocking Nikes, eating Mike and Ikes

Slapboxing with a dyke on a bike too small

Thinking, "This time, next year, Mama be able to—Ohh, shit!"

From across the streets, niggas approach (Slow)

Well, get the metal out, too late, the guns flash

In the melee, they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash

Son dashed with the quickness, back into the ride

With a smile on his face, the picture of pride

Blood coming from his mouth; now, I'm at his side

Kneeling over Donovan's body before he died

Eyes fluttering up and down in his head

And with his last breath, this is what he said

He said, "Why?

Why?"

Then I closed his eyes

[Chorus]

There's a place I know where the people go

Where you could catch dough and chill on the low

In Southside... Haha

Queens, Queens

Where if you say, "The Ave"

People automatically know the path

You don't have to do the math

In Southside...

Queens, Queens

And if you got a Glock, you could bust shots

Like Todd Scott, when the block be hot

In—In—In— (What we talking 'bout?)

Queens, Queens

[Outro]

Ugh, c'mon, ugh

C'mon, ugh, ugh

It's New York, right?

I know where people go

Where you can cash dough and chill on the low