He he heh, hey yo      There's a place I know where the bitches go   Where they rob you for your dough and shit 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      I knew this nigga named Donovan   Astonishin' 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 guzzlin' a beer      Like a puzzle or a riddle, discoverin' his path to the hoop   Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard, oops   Son got hops, never knew he woulda grew it   Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it      A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans   Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block   Youngest of three sons, fuckin' with coupons and refunds   food stamps, and still he was a champ      Time to get loot for boots and kicks now   Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now   His momma said, "Donovan why are you   On the corner of Linden and Guy R. Brewer"      He said, "Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time   You're killin' my high, plus I got a nine   All I be doin' is puttin' 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 poppa 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, rockin' Nikes, eatin' Mike'n'Ikes   Slapboxin' with a dyke on a bike too small      Thinkin', this time, next year, mom'll be able to, oh   Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach slow   Well, get the metal out, too late, the guns flash   In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sun splash      Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride   With a smile on his face, the picture of pride   Blood comin' from his mouth, now I'm at his side   Kneelin' over Donovan's body before he died      Eyes flutterin' 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      There's a place I know where the people go   Where you can cash 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      And if you got a glock, you could bust shots   Like [unverified], when the block be hot   In what we talkin' 'bout Queens, Queens      Uh, come on uh, come on, uh uh   I know where people go   Where you can cash dough and chill on the low