Dudley Boys - Westside Gunn

Bam Bam!

Queens, it’s me

I peel steel shit like string cheese

River Monsters playing on the big screen

I’ve been flickin' knives since I was 15

I’m just a kid from Queens, nothing don’t mean shit to me

Victory, my life is like a breakfast at Tiffany’s

M5 sounding like a symphony

These people jealous cause no motherfucker sick as me

I bag 330, 40 home runs, 137 RBIs, 50 stolen bases

Hold this face lift

I should have bought a bracelet

I guess I’m old, impatient

Time is of the essence shorty face it

I all-suede everything, spaceship

Put your pussy right here so I can taste it

Ayo, shot him so quick I forgot to put my gloves on

Bullets soundin' like a love song

Roll him in the Persian rug

Soon as the buckshots hit 'em he started coughin' blood

Neighborhood tracksuits, but you ain’t ran shit

Pistol whip him so hard, fucked up his dandruff

Kicks too plush, the Public School’s nubuck

Grenade launcher lookin' like Manute Bol

Searchin' for loopholes (boom)

Fell asleep in the law library

Me and LaRusso

Get the knives from Julio

Buck the nigga if he move once

Black still in the hole he got 14 months

Work from the DR she stuck it in her cunt

We back, flip a thousand packs, relax

Last Kwanza we bought each other Jags

Mines was all glass, skrrrrrrrrr!