Carve niggaz up, show niggaz what it's all about It's us, the best of Queens, Corona, South Side, Q. Village My killaz [Incomprehensible] My Q B niggaz, M O B B
me go see If the other city's Q is G.O.O.D. But he knew that I would find out slowly Just like my KC bar-b-que they cannot hold me, A. Yates (Hook)
grilled up Some cat pulled up in a black surburb Let me move first so I can park my shit on the curb Ya moves slow, get bashed in from Q.B. to Aspen I
Missy, huh, uh, we are like that Uhh, it's the Q to the, B to the, double E spittin' lovely And it don't stop, rocks shine through my tank top Where your
but work. Daylight til dark, that's how I was bread, and I'll keep bein' country til the day I'm dead See, country folks eat biscuits called cat heads, bar-b-q
work. Daylight til dark, that's how I was bread, and I'll keep bein' country til the day I'm dead See, country folks eat biscuits called cat heads, bar-b-q
clap de clap 1,2,3 Everybody Come on, off ya seats I am gonna tell you, about A beat, thats gonna make you move ya feet I'll give the Bar-B-Q, show
group from Shaolin Erick Sermon tried to representin' his island He said, "Hey", niggas joked him Redman seen this nigga, uh, nuh that's his brother Jumped over the bar
jump off I'm on the side fondlin' this Marcy Black car be gone, Q.B. bitches ready to brawl Charli Baltimore payin' dues, got it 'em balled At the bar
I'm on the side fondlin' this marcy Black car be gone, q.b. bitches ready to brawl Charli baltimore payin' dues, got it 'em balled At the bar slashin
I want a taste I've been going hungry for way too long I'm a starving man, you know I'm not that strong Chocolate soda, banana split Bar-B-Q roasting
productions Bring it to ya live straight from South Jamaica, Queens L B Fam You know what I'm sayin'? Number one man bandit Shout-outs to J B, can't
baby That's how they made it, that's how they played it, R-O-C-K, rock I know my A's, and my B's, and my C's P's and my Q's and my X, W, Z's No, how
gon' end wit drama local nerves glocken on perv's then she kill yo momma shed no tears, cut off you ears and have a bar-b-q snitch killer, killin on
day another dollar) (Repeat Chorus) (Unintelligable) I need to testify Now I was born in the ghetto Just off in the country roads Down the street from the bar-b-q
ring where Q.B. is King, what Yo for you I take a fifth to the head till I url Boomerang dunn, Q.B. bust they gun Keep them P.C. niggas on the run,
lil brother LD restin' in peace B.G.: They wan' know how I ride Still get high Wan' know how I cross and front the feds, still floss I'm the B.G., in