Ali Vegas - Queens Anthem lyrics

(Yo) Queens got sh** on lock Wipe your feet when you step in my house (Queens n***a) Queens got sh** 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 k**ers sending d**h threats A young Queens n***a getting money So y'all think people make decisions for me 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 n***as build build on facts and escape through precise routes A bunch of shot landers, running from that supercop Amanda Nobody can't stand her In '94, the grimmey who*e got my family Shipped me down to Atlanta I came back the streets praised me Now I raise guns on k**ers 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 n***a 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 struggle 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 The most greatest prophets acknowledge me for street survival My Queens Odyssey never repeat the Bible We co*k 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 sh** (What?!) Chorus til fade