QB's Finest lyrics

QB's Finest lyrics

"Straight Outta QB JungleCormegaPoet Lyrics"

Broken Heart Lyrics
I heard that she's back in town Heard she's been seen around I hear she gets what she wants everytime I know what she put you through I know what you'd like to do Cause I lost my heart to her sometime ago So come on Wipe your tears away It's all that you can do A broken heart never mends Crying tears til the very end At home on the boulevard Cheap


Cormege, Jungle And Poet---Straight Outta Q.B.

(Cormega)
Straight outta Queensbridge
A crazy motherfucker named Cormega
In a viper chromed out beyond measure
I got your girl and ???
Automatic that'll have your ass twirling
Niggaz know if they ever fuck with me
The police gonna have to come get me off your ass
I don't really give a fuck
Bitch Motherfucker, I'll severely hit you up
Niggaz wanna mumble when I come through
Iceberg jeans and Ice coming out the sleeves
Showing off on a motherfucker like that
Cause I'm a hustler slash rapper
Life's a bitch my gunsmoke will make you catch cancer
Nigga I rep the streets til I rest in peace
If you wanna bring your vest and heat
My projects will be the last place you ever see
Burning the Hive Lyrics
I'll tell you in one sentence. The truth should not have broken you. You know I'd never turn away, Not in your darkest hour. I won't reiterate the immense failure on your part. To let it die this way displays the weakness of your bonds. Numb I crawl, losing you. Over something so frivolous, so petty. But this pettiness is all you know. You wear a chip on your sh
So when you're in my neighborhood, you better duck
Cormega is crazy as fuck
When it's on, your ass better mean it
Cause when I turn bad boy
I'm coming straight outta Queensbridge

(DJ)
Poet is his name

(Poet)
And my thunns come
Sraight outta Queensbridge
The foulest nigga out in the bridge
Piss in your Tropicana put it back in the fridge
New niggaz signed to punk
Hell no they can't live
What the fuck you think this shit is, Thanksgive?
Now let's get right back to how foul I am
Nobody knows how foul I am
Scratch my balls, then shake your hand
Gas a girl to fuck on me and my man
I do what the fuck I want because I can
Niggaz try to front, the guns go BLAM!
Back in the days when coke was 20 a gram
Calling You Lyrics
There's something that I can't quite explain I'm so in love with you You'll never take that away And if I've said a hundred times before Expect a thousand more You'll never take that away Well expect me to be Calling you to see If you're okay when I'm not around, Asking if you love me I love the way you make it sound Calling you to see Do I too hard to ma
> I was the nigga selling soap for 50 a gram
And I was the nigga working in your hallway
Radio blasting early morning Sunday
Crackheads lined up
Old ladies dressed up
Praise the lord, chill y'all
I know that's messed up
But I'm the foulest of the foul
The wildest of the wild
Shitting on niggaz King Kong style
Y'all don't like it, then don't buy it
Can't stand the heat in the kitchen?
Bounce bitch cause I'm wired
My whole clique been on some shit
Mentally sick
Taking niggaz ice and they're new Bentley whip
Mothers they come around
Don't give your baby mothers shit
Now just how foul can foul get?
Straight outta Queensbridge

(DJ) [Jungle]
Ayyo Jungle [Yo]
Tell em where you from

(Jungle)
So Hard to Make Things Out Lyrics
i'm going out to big plains to see the spirits rise out tonight to watch them do their thing if you're coming out with big plans to find some paradise well, there's nothing here to do but limboing and some went back they couldn't face the black and they're going back today with their personal things i couldn't go back i didn't have the knack so i'll be staying on with

Straight outta Queensbridge
I'm selling crack to a pregnant mother
And make her daughter think I love her
The gutter is real
Fiends move fast on the hill
Broad daylight gats do peel
(so what about the bitch who got shot?) fuck it
You really think a nigga give a fuck when I'm bucking?
You stupid bitch I bang out no remorse
Then the very next day, I floss
With the whole hood hot, ??? going nuts
Niggaz I grew up with scared to say "what up"
When I walk by you can see the blood in my eye
Staying thug til I die
Smoke bud to get high
Yo, that's how my brave heart turned cold
Nigga fuck the judge, fuck his robe
Fuck parole
And motherfuck the globe and I fucked your ho
You ain't know?
I'm straight outta Queensbridge


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