[Produced by Terrence "The Operator" McKenzie]

Intro:
I walk around town with pound strapped down
That's only because it's mad, mad real

Verse 1:
It goes one for the money, two for the classics
Spitting lyrical backflips all over the axis
Microphone gymnastics
It gets deep
I'm in the backstreets, in a black Jeep, bumping Black Sheep
Proceed with caution
Use correct syntax, avoid any mishaps
(Razor blades to your chinstrap, n***a!)
And that's word to this historical passage
Any subtle infraction leaves your body in fractions
Now let's get it all in perspective
Putting on for my city is the objective
Die by lethal injection if you object it
Catapulting your mind to new directions
You know your boy wicked like he's fucking with bath salts
Ear to the streets like I'm one with the asphalt
Ain't a damn thing change, these raps they stay gully
Cash rules everything, Queens Get The Money

Chorus:
Queens Get The Money (QUEENS GET THE MONEY)
Queens Get The Money (QUEENS GET THE MONEY)
Who you know do it better on this quest for the cheddar?
Laugh now, but ain't shit funny
Look dummy, you know that...
Queens Get The Money (QUEENS GET THE MONEY)
Queens Get The Money (QUEENS GET THE MONEY)
No matter the weather
Or where you at
This is how we gon' do it because we keep shit phat
We gotta...
Yo-yo, do it
Yo yo-yo, do it
Yo yo-yo, do it
Yo-yo, do it
Yo yo-yo, do it
Yo yo-yo, do it
Yo yo-yo, do it
Yo, yo do it

[Lefferts Blvd Bound, A Express]
This is...80th Street

Interlude:
You know why I'm at the bottom?
Cause...I'm homeless; I'm down, but I'm not out
(unintelligible ramblings)
Take my advice: stop smoking cigarettes
I buried 4 friends of mine this year...in Harlem
Stop smoking cigarettes, you will catch cancer and die
If you want to live long, smoke weed, smoke bud
Sour Diesel, or Kush Kush-make sure it is LOUD
Make sure it's LOUD, YA HEARD?!
People die from crack, cocaine, alcohol, dope and cigarettes
There is nobody on earth you could prove to me that died from weed