Yeah, nigga, yeah, south suicide Queens   That's right, Q U, nigga, yea yea   Shit like that, know what Im sayin', put these drinks up   Ya heard? Let's do this right, what? Yo      Hold up, this is for my thugs on the block   For my one stop niggaz that be huggin' the spot   Sittin' on crates, gettin' loaded, get that cake   Dodgin' drinks, spit and hafta cover they face      Kick some tye, big truck with tricks inside   In too deep, tryna sell bricks from the side   See no games, with real niggaz from other hoods   Car titles get lost, some niggaz get jooked      But God forgive me if a nigga cross the fam   Holdin' the heat, the streets'll make me force ya hand   From my wild crew, sets the new guns off the roof   To them slick dudes, hot and they workin' the phone booth      'Cuz Lord, knows, I'm gonna reload and bust back   Incredible gats, indicted for a federal rap   They ain't duck low enough, shots shredded they hat   Murdered and gone, nigga, it's a medical fact      Hold up, this is for my gangsta team   And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans   When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things   In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy      Hold up, this is for my gangsta team   And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans   When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things   In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy      Hold up, this is for my chicks in the spot   All my bus stop bitches that be pushin' them drops   Playin' the gate, get it ma, get those papes      Hustle that face, seven G's below ya waist   Project chick, dippin' whips, cruisin' the strip   Gettin' money for tuition, go to school and she strip      Kill in the club, when niggaz dicks get hard   Murda mami, set you up and niggaz bricks get robbed   Help her soul if a chick try to set my team   I'm tying her up, rep till the death of Queens   All my staircase niggaz keep flippin' the jun's      All my outta state niggaz keep gettin them ones   Guns in the air, hit you with invisible glocks   That mean you never see it comin' nigga, fifty two shots   I'm takin' ya block nigga, if you like it or not   You either roll or get rushed, I guess not      Hold up, this is for my gangsta team   And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans   When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things   In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy      Hold up, this is for my gangsta team   And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans   When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things   In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy      Sticky fingaz, the nigga that be stickin' them spots   For all my gun-cock niggards, that be bustin' off shots   Lay in the straight, black mask raidin' ya gate   Show me ya safe before I put two in ya face      Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all lookin' for whips   Catch a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin' on bricks   Bloody ice-pick fights in the yard   Ten times outta ten, step to me and ya life get scarred      Shoot outs in broad daylight, bustin' at feds   Dirty cops with a ki of coke, bring 'em out dead   For my jail niggaz, stashin' bangers deep in they cots   For my grimy niggaz, hidin' under cars from cops      Empty the glock, hitchu with disposable gats   Bust you, wipe it off, throw it away, it's a rap   What nigga? I see you back in the hood scrap   Turn ya Benz to a coffin nigga, straight like that      Hold up, this is for my gangsta team   And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans   When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things   In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy      Hold up, this is for my gangsta team   And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans   When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things   In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy      Hold up   South suicide Queens, enjoy   South suicide Queens, enjoy