Shea Stadium Lyrics

Queens get the money, be the slogan Too much money in my pocket, now they swollen

Couldn't hear what you said, can you speak up

I got my hand to my ear, Hulk Hogan

Fresh coat of paint on the whip like it's stolen

I heard you full of shit, that's a colon

Gotta stay organic, so I'm fresh, never frozen

Got experience, so if I'm Tyson, you Logan

7 train, to the E, then the J

Where you at? I'm in Queens, every day

40P

Walk through if you feeling brave

Flushing meadows, I'm at the park, after dark

Jewel-I, where you at

He's in Maloof, doing tricks, smoking spliffs, rapping to a loop

Two birds, one stone, that's a double scoop

Fuck you said, Rosetta Stone it might help wit you

Cause I don't understand what you're telling me

Man in the mirror, that's my worst enemy

Got two straps, ivory and ebony

Too many sons, cut em off, vasectomy

Nah, I don't believe in the industry Why would I exchange my soul for the infamy

They don't care about the bars or the symphonies

They don't care about the music, it's the imagery

Yo, Martian, what it do? It's your boy PenNSoul, man

Yo, my boy, there's nothing like Queens, get the money, you nah mean

Something about that air in Corona, Queens, Southside Jamaica, Queensbridge, Astoria

The most multicultural borough in the whole NYC

I love to hear it my boy, keep it goin

I'm motivated, I'm inspired, you already know, one love

I don't live in Queens, but best believe it's where my heart stays

I wanna be a symbol to my city, just like where the Mets played

And then the next day, I'm taking over where your bitch stays

I'm tryna get paid, yo where's your job at?

I'll snatch your paycheck

I'm fly as hell, I'm here to break necks My finger game immaculate

Used to be in the back in the class, just flippin' tech decks

I flip her over, proceed to give her good sex

Shorty big with some small arms, that's a T-Rex

No that's my old ex, oops, I shouldn't have said that

It's not a diss track, you're not that special

So I'll be careful, cause I feel like I'm sounding vengeful

You don't get no play, you keep the bench full

You're like a wolf in sheep's clothing, so you wear that good wool

And if you talk shit, I know it's all bull

Today I'm local, the next day I'm going global

She go where I go, I call her mobile I'd rather be home than be here, I'm anti-social

She wanna come sing, I got the mic inside my pants to check your vocals

I'm smokin' gas Sunoco

There go Wülfy, mixin' up the 'Preme with the Polo

He got that mojo, that's that mojo Jojo Who that right there, mixin' up the Sprite with the Rojo

Wülfy stay high, that's a flying lobo Kick back, kick back like I'm at a dojo

Big back, big back, that's a Quasimodo

Big back, big back

Big back, big back

Big back, big back

Get your money up, not your funny up nigga