Eyes Low - Queens Day '88 lyrics

[Intro: Poppa Don] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Huh, uh.. yeah yeah, New York! Uh, uh [Chorus: Poppa Don] Even if the world starts falling You're the one thing I'm sure of, yeah As long as you loving me together We gonna make this money right n***a, listen to your heart [Eyes Low] Aiyo, dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These n***as actin' up in the hood So I gotta, strap it up in the hood When I'm sellin', with the crew Just another thug, on my way to catchin felon number 2 Dealing is a team sport But too many hands in the pot, cut a little n***a's cream short And I ain't try'nna get my dreams caught Cuz every six months my moms end up crying in Supreme court It gotta be some better ways, keepin' my head up Cuz even Pop told me there'll be better days Queens, where the weapons blaze Poor is poor, war is war, I'm self made and ghetto raised Still I need a place to get away From all this drama and commotion, I'm stressed with all this ganja And I'm smokin', uh, one day, I'ma shine But for now, it's one day at a time, let the chorus rock [Chorus] [Poppa Don] Sometimes we'll listen to others And I can be wrong... With a little love and understanding We gonna climb high, higher than a mountain But as long as the deal is in And there's nothing we can do Oh... yo, the first time, we clicked I knew it was forever, oh oh oh [Eyes Low] Yo, now it's hard for me on this nine to five From hustler to working man, I'm like a whole different person, man Who'd ever think I'd be this kind of guy? Taking orders ain't good for my pride, I need a wood to get high Lost chicks, once stood by my side She a down individual, around, when it's critical And if I make it, she gonna get took for a ride See me going hard now, but gon' lounge in a minute Though I'm sick of living pitiful, tasting all these loses Tracin' up divorces, that get raises in the office Mad cuz I got a Lex, racing with their porsches Only twenty two, and they hate me cuz I'm flossin' Friends get upset, I don't hang no more Said I changed since I ain't been in the game no more f** it, I know one day I'ma shine But for now, it's one day at a time, let the chorus rock [Chorus to fade] [Outro: Poppa Don] All my n***as Hold your head high! If I die tonight, don't cry If I die tonight, get high For me... yeah It's that real sh** man I'ma spit a few bars, shake up a few stars Wake up a few A&R's, go hard As long as you loving me together I'ma lock the game