Yeah Yeah, Yeah, grab the pump pump (yeah)   It's on we 'bout to thump thump      [NOYD verse]   Well if I jump I feel bad luck upon me   Make me grab my pump and call my Brook-Lyn army   We buy QB to NC   Niggas don't want it   Debate to the G's and the west all on it   We all flaunt it guns & chicks   And all my thuns rhyme holding their dicks   With a nine on their side from hip to hip   You know the mobb niggas is sick and stay bent   Twist it get right, me and my guns is tight   And we both heated when the funds aint right   Because we know someone getting stuck tonight   Before I crash I'm a fuck me some ass tonight   With a pocket full of dough   The bottle of the dro   With dreams of fucking some R&B hoe   They call me N-O-Y-D baby   From QB baby don't hate me   We live, I rep Queens      [Chorus: repeat 2X]   NOYD: Queens!   Godfather: Where niggas they get caught up in between guns   NOYD: Queens!   Godfather: Casino cash, cream killa Queens thun   NOYD: Queens!   Godfather: Where I live, what I rep   NOYD: QB thun, Queens!   Godfather: The Mobb rep   NOYD: Queens!   Godfather: You know we rep      [Ty Knitty verse]   I blow dro in Q-boro   Ain't nothing change same boro   Just more places now   I'm tatooed up now   Still rep 41st, 'til I be put up in the hearst (you heard?)   Even after that yo my daughter and my son 'gon live on   7, 1, 8 zip code triple 1, O,1   A yo its queens, money, whips and fiends   Bald heads and fades, du rags and waves   Can't forget about braids   Niggas don't rock like us   Ain't no hood like us   A yo I rep QB 'til I R.I.P   96 buildings 6 blocks in QB   Everyday is like a movie, so you know we had to pursuit it   First joint "murda muzik"   A yo y'all niggas 'gon feel it   The hood is running wild   Every clique 'gon throw it up   Y'all know what up   Queens don't give a fuck      [Chorus 2X]      [Twin Gambino verse]   Queensbridge, and thats how it is   If I can't I get you I'm a bring it to your kids   Your moms, whatever it takes to strike back   I'll be waiting in your crib with the mack   Black gloves, no mask so you can see my face   And realize QB ain't playing no games   We think long range   So we can ride for the kids   And look out for my niggas up north doing bids      [Prodigy of Mobb Deep verse]   Thun we'll stop your shine, we Queens niggas   Plus my Bed-Stuy niggas will shoot up your medinas   We the black entrepenuers we the black mobb   I told you it was more real than words can muster   I see you faggots don't listen wanna bite my shit   You better walk with security my niggas dump clips   Catch you with your rap clique, and beat the shit out y'all   You could have a 30 deep entourage   You could have guns galore, shanks and more   We can bang to the EMS come and haul us off   I could give a fuck for what projects you ride for   We got dogs out there and we not scared   Nigga I'm not the one, we not the team   Matter fact don't even wirte me back see me in the streets   See me at the next show   Catch me at the club   We terrorize y'all niggas thun      [Chorus 4X]