Queens - Pharoahe Monch

There’s a place I know where the bitches go Where they rob you for your dough and shit on the low

in Southside.

Queens, Queens

Where if you say The Ave.

People automatically know the path

You don’t have to do the math

in Southside.

Queens, Queens

I knew this nigga named Donovan

Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)

Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees

and in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer

like a puzzle or a riddle — discoverin his path to the hoop

Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS

Son got hops, never knew he woulda grew it Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans

Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block

Youngest of three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds

food stamps, and still he was a champ

Time to get loot for boots and kicks now

Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now

His momma said, Donovan why are you

on the corner of Linden and Guy R. Brewer

He said, Momma listen close I’ma tell you one time

You’re killin my high, plus I got a nine

All I be doin is puttin in work

so you can get a brand new dress for church

I know the Devil lurks outside, man it’s cold

But I don’t wanna get paid slow, and grow old

like poppa — plus I’m on parole I gotta

get paid off the streets, to make ends meet

With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face

Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste

That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike’n’Ikes

Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small

Thinkin, This time, next year, mom’ll be able to.

ohhh!

Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach — slow

Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash

In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash

Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride

with a smile on his face, the picture of pride

Blood comin from his mouth, now I’m at his side

Kneelin over Donovan’s body before he died

Eyes — flutterin up and down in his head

And with his last breath this is what he said

He said, Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?

Then I closed his eyes

There’s a place I know where the people go Where you can cash dough and chill on the low

in Southside.

Queens, Queens

Where if you say The Ave.

People automatically know the path

You don’t have to do the math

in Southside.

Queens, Queens

And if you got a glock, you could bust shots

like ??, when the block be hot

in. what we talkin bout.

Queens, Queens

Uhh, c’mon uhh

C’mon.

uhh uhh

I know where people go.

Where you can cash dough and chill on the low.