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cormega - straight outta q.b. lyrics

[verse 1 cormega]
straight outta queensbridge
a crazy motherf-cker named cormega
in a viper chromed out beyond measure
i got your girl and a sterling
automatic that’ll have your -ss twirling
n-ggas know if they ever f-ck with me
the police gonna have to come get me off your -ss
i don’t really give a f-ck
b-tch motherf-cker, i’ll severely hit you up
n-ggas wanna mumble when i come through
iceberg jeans and ice coming out the sleeves
showing off on a motherf-cker like that
cause i’m a hustler slash rapper
life’s a b-tch my gunsmoke will make you catch cancer
n-gga 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
so when you’re in my neighborhood, you better duck
cormega is crazy as f-ck
when it’s on, your -ss better mean it
cause when i turn bad boy
i’m coming straight outta queensbridge

(dj)
poet is his name

[verse 2 poet]
and my thunns come
sraight outta queensbridge
the foulest n-gga out in the bridge
p-ss in your tropicana put it back in the fridge
new n-ggas signed to punk
h-ll no they can’t live
what the f-ck you think this sh-t is, thanksgive?
now let’s get right back to how foul i am
n0body knows how foul i am
scratch my b-lls, then shake your hand
gas a girl to f-ck on me and my man
i do what the f-ck i want because i can
n-ggas try to front, the guns go blam!
back in the days when c0ke was 20 a gram
i was the n-gga selling soap for 50 a gram
and i was the n-gga 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
sh-tting on n-ggas king kong style
y’all don’t like it, then don’t buy it
can’t stand the heat in the kitchen?
bounce b-tch cause i’m wired
my whole clique been on some sh-t
mentally sick
taking n-ggas ice and they’re new bentley whip
mothers they come around
don’t give your baby mothers sh-t
now just how foul can foul get?
straight outta queensbridge

(dj) [jungle]
ayyo jungle [yo]
tell em where you from

[verse 3 jungle]
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 b-tch who got shot?) f-ck it
you really think a n-gga give a f-ck when i’m bucking?
you stupid b-tch i bang out no remorse
then the very next day, i floss
with the whole hood hot, d’s going nuts
n-ggas 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
n-gga f-ck the judge, f-ck his robe
f-ck parole
and motherf-ck the globe and i f-cked your ho
you ain’t know?
i’m straight outta queensbridge

- cormega lyrics

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