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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Performer
Capone
Performer
Marley Marl
Performer
Mobb Deep
Performer
Tragedy
Performer
Nature
Performer
MC Shan
Performer
Cormega
Performer
Millennium Thug
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Composer
Kiam Holley
Composer
Kejuan Muchita
Composer
Nashawn Jones
Composer
Percy L. Coles
Composer
Jermaine Baxter
Composer
Corey McKay
Composer
Leshan Lewis
Composer
Shawn Moltke
Composer
Marlon Williams
Composer
Albert Johnson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nas
Co-Producer
L.E.S.
Producer
Kevin Crause
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You love to hear the story, again and again
About a rap dynasty that just won't end
The monument still in your face
**** played out, Shan still in the place
Hip hop was set out in the dark
The Bridge was never over, we left our mark
This jam is dedicated to you and your boys
I brought my Queensbridge thugs, kill that noise
[Verse 2]
If you was an out-of-towner, had to know somebody with strength
You know the drill, shit was real, fuck around, got killed
You know the Hill breed of thugs, death to those who squeal
Squeezin' them slugs, one love to those that died in the field
So many names, don't got room to spit 'em
But through my rhymes, they livin'
We the Bridge, through tracks I'm givin'
Never lose sight 41st Side's my life
The 40th Side of life, dunn, we keepin' it tight
[Verse 3]
What, yo, it ain't just the music
Hoop aspirations or ghetto illusions
It's the product, east side, and all the beautiful children
And unleashed dreams comin' through each building
If you sleep, you better wake up, as you see
Mega more mature, I'm on a record with Nature
Mind on my paper, Nine on my waist
There's no denyin' the greatness
Queensbridge, never try to disgrace it
[Verse 4]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo, the Queensbridge association breeds similarity
Bricked up, chipped off, rocked out salaries
Pull out long guns, pop out casualties
It's like I gotta see a thug **** ill as me
The Ill Win in me, I rep that willingly
Step back, enemies, death trap, feelin' me?
Six blocks, losin' my mind
Runnin' from D's, these P's got me losin' my mind
I pop off
[Verse 5]
Ayo, ayo, ayo
Ya'll know the place where stars is from
Every night it sparks off and the crowds'll run
We leave chicks trippin' over strollers (Slip, it's over)
In Queens, you be the victim till you get to know us
Your hood's bogus, my hood be keepin' it crunk
So much be jumpin' off, I ain't sleep in a month
Ya'll can play the front line, I be deep in the cut
Drive through, ya'll can't peep it enough
You in the bridge, ****
[Verse 6]
Yo, you much pay homage to my projects
We thorough to the end
Only jail and death divide us
From rap to the crack suppliers
Out-of towner's get knocked off
We regulate block laws
I had the hood like Watts flooded with cop force
QB to the cracks in the pavement
Mister everything that re-center pool for stacks in a basement
**** understand the drama we bring
The legacy, dynasty, upholding the ring where QB is king, what
[Verse 7]
Yo, for you, I take a fifth to the head until I hurl
Boomerang dunn, QB bust they gun
Keep them PC **** on the run, one
Mahti specialist, 2-5 the nemesis
The last verse, T-O-N-Y, remember this
Resurrect through the birth of my seed, crime genetic
You synthetic, your gangsta's cosmetic
I move **** telekinetic, who wanna set it
[Verse 8]
Yo, yo, yo
Move, me and my dawgs comin' through
We the grain, go against us, you feel pain
Get rained on, we beat **** numb
These **** is dumb, you can't resist my dunns
2001, we still thump, the fuck happened to ya'll?
We like that snowball goin' downhill
We get large, you get bullets lodged
In your jaw, your ribs, your arms
We party hard, at the bar
Buyin' bottles of overpriced styles and Remy Mar'
The head **** in charge
We number one, QB, there's no competition
Infamous Records, Bars and Hooks listen
Littles, Noyd, and Mega
We independent, dunn, we infamous Mobbin'
G.O.D., Nitty, and Twin in
The Ill Will Bravehearts, L.E.S. millennium
[Verse 9]
Yo, blow faces, .44 blazes, no one's safe
This music mogul rollin' with a hundred soldiers
Gangstas, we postal
Oh, you didn't, wanna know whose life was written
The life I'm livin', the ice, the women
The kites that sendin' to lifeless biddin'
The streets to prison
I touch you then buck you, heats be spittin'
Laser, AR-15, doors come down
Jaw's broke, your whole crew's coffin bound
Your ho, your man, lieutenant, your boss get found
This dough I got, I spend it and toss around
New York, it's time we flip it, where you from?
Ladies, it's time we flip it, where you from?
Now tell me, who was the true thugs in videos first?
Who had the projects behind us, who bit it the worst?
We from the largest project, yo, the biggest on earth
Queensbridge know they history, left ya'll cursed, 'cause
[Verse 10]
Keep on rockin', the Bridge'll keep rockin'
If the beats stop rockin', the Bridge'll keep rockin'
Keep on rockin', the Bridge'll keep rockin'
If the beats stop rockin', the Bridge'll keep rockin'
Keep on rockin', the Bridge'll keep rockin'
If the beats stop rockin', the Bridge'll keep rockin'
Keep on rockin', the Bridge'll keep rockin'
If the beats stop rockin', the Bridge'll keep rockin'
Written by: Albert Johnson, Corey McKay, Jermaine Baxter, Kejuan Muchita, Kiam Holley, Leshan Lewis, Marlon Williams, Nashawn Jones, Nasir Jones, Percy L. Coles, Shawn Moltke