Lyrics
Lettin' **** talk that New York, New York shit
That's where I'm from, man, what the fucks the deal?
No doubt motherfucker
The fucks the deal man? Word up
Faggot ass ****, man
**** in New York be lettin' **** shit on 'em
You know what I'm sayin'?
First you drink snapples, now you sippin' Moët?
Frontin' ass ****, fuck ****
'Cause you livin', ain't no reason for you to be shittin' faggot
Word, faggot ass
Go get your guns
Some nights I wake up out my sleep blastin', go get some water for my aspirin
My life fashion, gold chains, guns and cash and
I'm askin', do I have to be king for action?
Fuck a player fame, New York is still the same, a Queen's thing
Representin' Flush reigns supreme (No doubt)
It's a scheme just to overpower your team with cream
Man you sensitive, how you let these cats shit on your residence?
With fake robberies, who shot who with no evidence
Im bringin' it, tired of **** sittin' back and seein' it
'Scape through the light, penetrate streets is trife (No doubt)
Representin' from the Landz with the guns and good smoke (Woo)
Heavy shine, poppin' them lines and cutthroats
Don't provoke and get your team smoke for broke and no joke
You just a boy, you not bad enough to compete, to challenge us
I'm bustin' off the guns with the silencers (Word)
New York, New York, big city of dreams
Comin' from Queens, where we don't get caught up in between
With the nonsense (Uh-huh), all these pussy **** actin' sex
Take it off your chest, bring it to the desert where I rest (Word)
South east to west, bustin' straight slugs through your vest
Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin'
Keep your mind on Queen's when the dogs start barkin'
Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin'
Keep your mind on Queen's when the dogs start barkin'
It's time to dead the whole situation (Right)
New York is full of murderers, guns and court cases (Uh-huh)
Baggin' with razors, Rémy, no chaser
That be that wasteland flavor, it's major
Vibratin' through the States like a pager
Who's the one to blame when you get stuck for gold chains?
Shootin' close range, half of these **** died in the game (Right)
It's a city thing, blastin' at cops by all means
Keep it real throughout Queens, catchin' jooks for cream (Woo)
On a tapped phone, fuckin' with **** that's far from home
G-S's chrome, makin' power moves like Capone
Shit's zone fuckin' with ****, Flush holds his own
The guarantee to blow, puffin' on the trees 'til I go
Way low, kidnappin' children for dough, that's how it go
Based on criminal minds, traces are hard to find
To commit crime, half of these **** is droppin' dimes (Word)
Scared of time, blowin' your block just like a mine
Flush in design, keep my neck flooded with shine (Heavy)
I'm out to get it, you feel somethin' sweet?
Go get your heats and your peeps (Motherfucker)
And find your body parts on the streets (Fishin')
Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin'
Keep your mind on Queen's when the dogs start barkin'
Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin'
Keep your mind on Queen's when the dogs start barkin'
Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin'
Keep your mind on Queen's when the dogs start barkin'
Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin'
Keep your mind on Queen's when the dogs start barkin'
Written by: Jeffrey Atkins (Ja Rule), Irving Lorenzo (DJ Irv, Irv Gotti), Richard Wilson, JACQUES MORALI, Henry Belolo, Samuel Michel, Beauris Whitehead, Ramel Govantes, Leshaun Lewis