(Nas talking) We're the kings of rock now nigga, know-mean?
(Chorus-mixing) Queens Day, cash made on Hollis Ave Q-B-O-R-O, nigga, makin niggas seem easy Queens Day, cash made on Hollis Ave Q-B-O-R-O, nigga, makin niggas seem easy
(Nas) Yo From the days of arm call niggas hung around blocks and corner stores Herringbone chains and fantasies rushin the door Niggas from Rastel poppin shells, snatchin rings Fly from shirt kings, from Queensbridge to 118 I had my eyes open, steppin out into the world So fiendish, Ol' English 'til I url, growing pains A young kid, learnin early how to know the game USA Roller Skate rink, mobs and crews would take minks Clean streets, hustlers, crack cocaine Gave back by throwin block parties and basketball games A lotta cash made on Hollis Ave., fast and change High rollers was livin, until the Task Force came A lotta ghost towns and memories, bad blooded enemies So many died with the same gangsta pride that entered me Peace to them old timers, they who taught us How to stand strong and pass it on to the sons and daughters We all glow, and I'm proud to be all that I know Q-B-O-R-O, nigga, who I die for Survi-val, how we came a long way in solidarity Don't let nothin try an spoil this day To Run, D and Jay it's love and my thug salute 'Cause real love's the only thing that comes above this loot Carhart jeans, it makes me think of LL's troops Let's celebrate, it's Queens Day, this one's for you
(Run) Some come out they hometown and they never get dealt But three teens from Queens took over the world and never let go Just regular cats you know that just happened to blow Not anonymous with Hollis, Jake, Darrell and Joe Ay yo, we made so that others could grow Look at LL, A Tribe Called Quest, Mobb and Nas Esco Ain't takin credit, we showin pride, look at us now Got haters mouths all open wide, wonderin how In some cases the only thing that father and son Have in common is they love for Run Been the illest since day one, I'm too advanced to ever be caught Who's more legendary than me...that's what I thought And if somebody wanna test mine, yo, watch this Peter Piper picked peppers...... And see I knew you knew the next line, and I bet you said it It's been a minute, I'm still the king of the world so don't forget it
(Prodigy) This is for my Q dogs who lit the block like spark We grew up on Old English Summertime Broyal Wilders Park used to be the shit, why'd it have to stop On the Ave. niggas blew on all the jewelry spots Kicked the shirt kings for an ill airbrush top That'll match my cortez Nike's Niggas gettin robbed at the back door comin out with bags We used to get our gold fronts, from Eddie's gold caps What y'all know about that I bet the whole Queens do, around '86 with the chrome bass crew The young guns and lost boys made the news Queensbridge is story in two The story is true So let's party for the borough and shit And everybody come outside, 'cause it's Queens Day kid