A Queens Story
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Rest in peace to Black Just
Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black truck
Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his dome
Definition of good nigga, yo
Gangsters don't die, niggas only become immortal
Angels don't only fly, they walk right before you
In front of you, it's foul what this money could do
Cash corrupts the loyal
I hung with E-Money, too, the fucking truth
Fucking with Stretch from Live Squad
I could've died the same night that Stretch died
I just got out of his ride
He dropped me off and drove to Springfield
November thirtieth, another Queens king killed
It fucked me up, y'all
I was just trying to make it with Steve Stoute
The legal way, drug-free route
Back in the days, they was sleeping on us
Brooklyn keep on taking it, Manhattan keep on making it
Trying to leave Queens out
But we was pulling them beams out, them M3's out
Pumping bringing them D's out
Rastas selling chocolate weed inside of a weed house
Colosseum downstairs, gold teeth mouth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, twin buildings
Vernon, can't even count the Livingston children
Justice in Ravenswood, nice neighborhood
Caught sleeping out there, be a wrap, though
Bridge niggas be up in Petey's ten racks, yo
A simple bet on a serious cash flow
Get money, Manolo, welcome home, Castro
Queensbridge unified all I ask for
Let's do it for D.U, say what up to Snatch, yo
I just salute real niggas when I pass through

Niggas is very hungry for that bank robbery
Bury money, trying to get to a Benz from a Hyundai
The Queens Courthouse right next to the cemetery
Niggas' rap sheets look like obituaries
You be starving in Kew Gardens
Bolognas and milk from a small carton
You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in his black Benz murking
Back when Black Rock & Ron was on the map
Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope sold in laundromats
Thugs bark, getting amped from weed
Over the heart of champions, see
Ever since back then, a nigga been about the dough
(You all know how the story go)

Any other real niggas in the world besides us, I ask?
Probably is, but odds are we'll never cross paths
Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell a story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
This how we do, I see you D.U
Queens to the heavens, salute the hood legends
Crack the Patrón, Hennessy, and Glenlivets
Champagne bottles drowning out the sorrows
Hope the memories'll get us through tomorrow
I'm a real O.G cause back in nine-three
Niggas couldn't fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was little
Laid back in a rental
Mouth shining, Eddie's gold caps all up in the dental
Nigga getting money now, but you know I'm still mental, but not simple
Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell your story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
This for the fallen soldiers
Hold it down, I told ya
Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rolling

Watch the con realest channel his mom's spirit
Goosebumps cover me, mother's here, I could feel her
Blood of Christ covers me, our savior and healer
Drug prices up or down, I know a few dealers
And some accident murderers, they act like they killed on purpose
Liars brag they put work in
You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin
Better stay on point, if not, it's curtains
Bebo Posse reincarnated through me, probably
If music money didn't stop me
I never claimed to be the toughest
Though I'm to blame for a few faces reconstructed
It's the game that we was stuck with
Now I'm the only black in the club with rich Yuppie kids
Sad thing, this is the top, but where the hustlers went?
No familiar faces around, ain't gotta grab the musket
It's all safe and sound, champagne by the bucket
Where them niggas I shouted out on my first shit?
Bo cooking blow, fucking slay that, where Turkey went?
Old videos show niggas that was murdered since
Another reason to get further bent
Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell your story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
This for the fallen soldiers




Hold it down, I told ya
Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rolling

Overall Meaning

Nas's song "A Queens Story" is a tribute to the rapper's hometown and a reflection on his journey to fame. The lyrics evoke memories of the streets of Queens, its neighborhoods, and its people, both past and present. The song opens with a shout-out to Nas's friend Black Just, who passed away and a dedication to keeping his memory alive. Nas then raps about the gritty reality of growing up in Queens, the struggle to make it out, and the allure of the streets.


The second verse speaks on the complexities and pitfalls of the streets. Nas acknowledges that gangs and drug dealing can lead to immortality, but also notes that money can corrupt even the most loyal among us. He mentions the murders of his friends Stretch from Live Squad and another Queens king, highlighting the danger and uncertainty of street life. Nas raps about his own choices to make it big in the music industry and leave the drug trade behind, yet he still remembers where he came from.


The final verse reflects on Nas's success and the sacrifices he made along the way. He speaks on the nostalgia he feels for the people and places he left behind, and the disconnect he now feels with the "rich Yuppie kids" he encounters. Nas acknowledges the friends he lost to drugs and violence, and toasts to their memory with champagne and smoke. Overall, "A Queens Story" is a poignant reflection on the highs and lows of growing up in Queens and the sacrifices made to achieve success.


Line by Line Meaning

Rest in peace to Black Just
Paying tribute to a deceased friend named Black Just


Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black truck
Driving through the neighborhood of Jamaica, Queens in a black truck


Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his dome
Wearing Timberland boots and having a wavy hairstyle


Definition of good nigga, yo
Being a respectful and honorable person


Gangsters don't die, niggas only become immortal
Gangsters leave a lasting legacy after their death


Angels don't only fly, they walk right before you
Angels can appear in various forms, not just as flying beings


In front of you, it's foul what this money could do
The corrupting influence of money when it's in front of you


Cash corrupts the loyal
Money has the power to corrupt even the most loyal individuals


I hung with E-Money, too, the fucking truth
Spending time with E-Money, a truthful and trusted person


Fucking with Stretch from Live Squad
Having connections or associations with Stretch from Live Squad


I could've died the same night that Stretch died
Reflecting on the possibility of dying on the same night as Stretch from Live Squad


He dropped me off and drove to Springfield
Being dropped off by Stretch before he drove to Springfield


November thirtieth, another Queens king killed
Referring to the death of another prominent figure from Queens on November 30th


It fucked me up, y'all
Being deeply affected by the tragic event


I was just trying to make it with Steve Stoute
Striving to succeed in the industry alongside Steve Stoute


The legal way, drug-free route
Attempting to achieve success without resorting to illegal activities or drugs


Back in the days, they was sleeping on us
In the past, people underestimated or overlooked their potential


Brooklyn keep on taking it, Manhattan keep on making it
Other boroughs, like Brooklyn and Manhattan, continue to thrive while Queens is overlooked


Trying to leave Queens out
The perception that Queens is being excluded or overlooked


But we was pulling them beams out, them M3's out
Showing off their expensive and powerful cars


Pumping bringing them D's out
Selling drugs, particularly cocaine


Rastas selling chocolate weed inside of a weed house
Rastafarians selling marijuana-laced chocolate inside a house primarily used for selling weed


Colosseum downstairs, gold teeth mouth
Gold teeth in the mouth of someone residing in the Colosseum building


Astoria warriors, 8th Street, twin buildings
Describing the Astoria neighborhood with its distinct twin buildings on 8th Street


Vernon, can't even count the Livingston children
A significant number of children living on Vernon street, particularly in the Livingston area


Justice in Ravenswood, nice neighborhood
Highlighting the presence of justice and a pleasant neighborhood in Ravenswood


Caught sleeping out there, be a wrap, though
Being vulnerable or unprepared in Ravenswood can have severe consequences


Bridge niggas be up in Petey's ten racks, yo
People from the Bridge neighborhood spending large sums of money at Petey's place


A simple bet on a serious cash flow
Taking a seemingly simple bet that results in a significant increase in money


Get money, Manolo, welcome home, Castro
Encouraging someone named Manolo to make money and welcoming someone named Castro home


Queensbridge unified all I ask for
Desiring unity among the residents of Queensbridge


Let's do it for D.U, say what up to Snatch, yo
Dedicated to someone named D.U and sending greetings to Snatch


I just salute real niggas when I pass through
Showing respect and acknowledgement to genuine individuals when passing by


Niggas is very hungry for that bank robbery
Expressing the intense desire of individuals to engage in bank robbery


Bury money, trying to get to a Benz from a Hyundai
Investing or hiding money with the goal of upgrading from a Hyundai to a Benz


The Queens Courthouse right next to the cemetery
Describing the proximity between the Queens Courthouse and a cemetery


Niggas' rap sheets look like obituaries
The criminal records of individuals resemble lists of the deceased


You be starving in Kew Gardens
Experiencing hunger or deprivation in the Kew Gardens neighborhood


Bolognas and milk from a small carton
Having a simple and modest meal of bologna and milk from a small container


You could still feel chills from the team
Feeling a sense of fear or intimidation from the collective group


On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
Witnessing someone named Ben driving by on 118 street, as if it's a surreal experience


His face on his Shirt Kings
Having a portrait of Ben on a shirt from the brand Shirt Kings


Laced in a pinky ring, in his black Benz murking
Wearing an extravagant pinky ring while driving around in a black Benz and causing a sense of fear


Back when Black Rock & Ron was on the map
Referring to an era when Black Rock & Ron were well-known and influential


Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope sold in laundromats
Marijuana packaged in yellow bags and drugs being sold in laundromats


Thugs bark, getting amped from weed
Aggressive behavior displayed by individuals who are under the influence of marijuana


Over the heart of champions, see
Recognizing the strength and resilience of individuals with a champion's heart


Ever since back then, a nigga been about the dough
Being focused on acquiring wealth since the past


(You all know how the story go)
Assuming familiarity with the common narrative


Any other real niggas in the world besides us, I ask?
Expressing curiosity about the existence of other genuine individuals in the world


Probably is, but odds are we'll never cross paths
Acknowledging the possibility of others existing but recognizing the unlikelihood of encountering them


Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
Raising a glass to celebrate successfully moving away from a hidden or secret location


And here to tell a story and celebrate the glory
Being present to narrate a personal history and honor the achievements


Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
Toasting and remembering friends who are no longer alive


This how we do, I see you D.U
Acknowledging and greeting someone named D.U


Queens to the heavens, salute the hood legends
Paying respects to the legendary figures from the neighborhood


Crack the Patrón, Hennessy, and Glenlivets
Opening bottles of Patrón tequila, Hennessy cognac, and Glenlivet whiskey


Champagne bottles drowning out the sorrows
Using champagne to alleviate or forget about hardships


Hope the memories'll get us through tomorrow
Relying on memories to provide comfort and hope for the future


I'm a real O.G cause back in nine-three
Asserting oneself as an authentic and original gangster since 1993


Niggas couldn't fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was little
Claiming superiority over others and mentioning the early exposure to alcoholic beverages


Laid back in a rental
Relaxing in a rented vehicle


Mouth shining, Eddie's gold caps all up in the dental
Having a bright and noticeable dental work with gold caps


Nigga getting money now, but you know I'm still mental, but not simple
Despite having financial success, one's mental state remains complex and intricate


Watch the con realest channel his mom's spirit
Observing someone channel their mother's spirit in a genuine and authentic way


Goosebumps cover me, mother's here, I could feel her
Experiencing a sense of emotional connection and presence of the mother


Blood of Christ covers me, our savior and healer
Feeling protected and healed by the power of Jesus Christ


Drug prices up or down, I know a few dealers
Being aware of fluctuations in drug prices and having connections to drug dealers


And some accident murderers, they act like they killed on purpose
Knowing individuals who have unintentionally caused deaths but portray themselves as intentional killers


Liars brag they put work in
False individuals boast about their involvement in criminal activities


You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin
Asserting that an accidental killing took place and the gun used had never been fired before


Better stay on point, if not, it's curtains
Advising others to remain alert and cautious, as failure to do so can lead to dire consequences


Bebo Posse reincarnated through me, probably
Suggesting a possible reincarnation of the Bebo Posse through the singer


If music money didn't stop me
Implying that the singer's success in the music industry hasn't prevented them from staying connected to their roots


I never claimed to be the toughest
Acknowledging that toughness or strength isn't a defining characteristic


Though I'm to blame for a few faces reconstructed
Taking responsibility for causing physical harm that resulted in facial reconstructions


It's the game that we was stuck with
Accepting that engaging in criminal activities was a consequence of their circumstances


Now I'm the only black in the club with rich Yuppie kids
Being the only Black person in a club filled with affluent young professionals


Sad thing, this is the top, but where the hustlers went?
Expressing concern that despite reaching the pinnacle of success, the hustlers and hard workers seem to have disappeared


No familiar faces around, ain't gotta grab the musket
Not recognizing anyone familiar and therefore not feeling the need to arm oneself


It's all safe and sound, champagne by the bucket
Feeling secure and relaxed, with an abundance of champagne to enjoy


Where them niggas I shouted out on my first shit?
Questioning the whereabouts or loyalty of the individuals previously acknowledged in earlier work


Bo cooking blow, fucking slay that, where Turkey went?
Mentioning Bo's involvement in cocaine distribution and wondering about the disappearance of Turkey


Old videos show niggas that was murdered since
Watching old videos that feature individuals who have been killed since then


Another reason to get further bent
Additional motivation to indulge in substance abuse


Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
Raising a glass in celebration of successfully escaping a hidden location


And here to tell your story and celebrate the glory
Being present to narrate one's personal history and honor the achievements


Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
Toasting and remembering friends who are no longer alive


This for the fallen soldiers
Dedicating the song to the deceased comrades


Hold it down, I told ya
Urging others to maintain strength and resilience


Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rolling
Opening another bottle of alcohol and continuing to smoke marijuana




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: SALAAM REMI, NASIR JONES, DARRYL MCDANIELS, JOSEPH SIMMONS

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