Real Niggas

Ill Will yeah yeah yo Queensbridge niggas crud love baby

Aiyo, I zone out
Feeling like I'm in Capone's house
Staring at Manhattan and The Bridge with the chrome out
Ki's on the table, black tanktop, long cable
Thoughts of overtaking the table
Dismantle and disable
Verbal, made fatal, what drug paper do
Straight duct taping, aping a few
Taking Mo' and Henny straight and things loose
Puffing the fruits, thug in a deuce
Flagging, pants sagging, fucking ya goose
I'm like nothing to you
Dumping the Rug' and your group in a red coog'
Jump in the Isuzu and cruise
Blank tints, bulletproof, red Timb boots
Nigga loose, license plate screaming "Fuck you"
Drunken days, I wish ya'll knew
Thug dreams, what it means to you
Red seams, triple beams
40 inch blings, Ill Will the fucking team
This for my niggas in the Bridge from Queens

Illmatic Ice, Goon, Sonny, and Smitty (real niggas)
Big Felton, Chick, Petey, and Sarge (real niggas)
Yambo, Bar, Spank, and Will (real niggas)
Some is here, some died in the field (real niggas)
Richie Luke, Arkay, Marty, Tahay (real niggas)
Rico, Black, Party Rob, and Eighty (real niggas)
Y.G., Nut, Foul One, and Lord (real niggas)
Blink, Ice, Cliff, Super nice, and Draws (real niggas)

Bumpy Johnson style, old timers, crocodile shoes
Pinky rings, big rounders with tools, bossing wild crews
Slacks, overlaps, applejack hats quarterfield coats
Cadillacs with white walls and chrome wheel spokes
They were organized, investing, had a piece of the hood
They had drugs, betting numbers, police understood
They played the Cotton club, red carpet, hoes on they arm
Plush mink, pimped out gangsta, civil rights wasn't won
Every Christmas they were Santa Claus, Nixon was the Anti-Christ
Bitches asses were bigger then, sniffing nose candy white
Listening to Malcolm speak, talcum powder, shaving cream
Laying back, barber chair, straight razor clean
Babies were born, big families started to blossom
Mad people just applied for apartments and got 'em
Used to be rules to this game of hustlers and dealers
From Tommy guns to MAC Tens it's Q.B.'s newborn killers

96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings
Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
Each block, ten spots, a hundred different villains
In abundance my dunnettes run this drug dealing
Stash the jums in hallway ceilings
Gangsta paradise, watch the ice, nigga make a killing
In the cut on the steps yo getting good neck
Only in the projects, we die with respect
Pussy niggas quiet as kept will riot the set
Six blocks of real niggas vexed
Assorted irons and vests, stress on they chest
20 half a G's on Henny, Son, the whole hood is wet
In memory of who's next?
Train they set, lend they Teck, earn your check
Nigga, you better rep
Real niggas come out the projects
40 to the 41st, Vernon to the 12th

Sherm the Worm, High, Papoose (real niggas)
Black Ed, Killa Black, Wee-Wop (real niggas)
Body G, Divine, Hot Day (real niggas)
J.L., Earnie, Q.T. (real niggas)
Karate Joe, Big Killa, Beefstick (real niggas)
Lloyd, Floyd, niggas we miss (real niggas)
Al Womack, Spunk, World, and Fun (real niggas)
Goodfellas, 40 Busters, Young Guns (real niggas)
Vernon Posse, Tre Bag, Black Born (real niggas)
Green Eyes, Small Shan, Duhan (real niggas)
Peace, Tommy, Ron, Keyshawn (real niggas)
Herb, Bohound, Crazy (real niggas)
Jungle, Horse, Wiz, Bravehearts (real niggas)
Havoc, Prodigy, Mobb Deep (real niggas)
Killa Kids, Infamous Mobb (real niggas)
Rambo, Face, Shayquan (real niggas)
L.E.S., Big Things, Nashawn (real niggas)
Crime Fam, Ron, Smack, Don, Alawn (real niggas)
Justice, Understanding, Joe Grimes (real niggas)
Lou, Frank, John, Hope, Fall Guy (real niggas)
J-Roc, Bumpy, and Little Black (real niggas)
The list is getting too long for this track (real niggas)
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta to all my real niggas from Queensbridge
From the grave, in a cage, or walking on stage doing they thing getting
Paid my Nigga Mr Ruc who don't give a fuck
Queensbridge to the death niggas
2001 and so on and so on

My nigga Bowser, my nigga Spank, shout-outs to Sudan
QBC's finest, Bing, Crime Fam, Killa Kids, Malik The Hitler
Hot Bars, Mo King, shouts to Pop, Wild Gremlins, Germ and Norm
Let's get it on