Queens Day (AKA Gunns & Swords)

Gigan ft. Megalon - “Queens Day (AKA Gunns & Swords) [Gigan Version]”
[Emcee(s): Gigan and Megalon]
[Producer(s): X-Ray Da Mindbenda]

[Verse 1: Gigan]
Don’t ever
Question my motives unless you want to get rolled over
Like locomotives. If you ain’t noticed, I’m down to kill
Everything in my field like a million locusts. Around here, we use
Angers to oaks to blue steel and kill dolgiers
Steal with my soldiers—fuck a record deal. Around
Here, your flow’s only as real as your coke is
Stay focused. You’re never safe around these parts, big
Fishes be getting ate swimming around these sharks. Fuck
Around, four-pounds get you found by the narcs in the ground
In the park with rounds in your crown and your heart. I’ve been
Down from the start, with guns, hunting the richer
Reup your front once niggas coming to get ya, hiding
Behind your chickens or under the mixture, coke be the
Holy Mother, crack be Christ, and jumbs be the scripture
Nuns be the pigeons, police be the swine. Us?
We’ll be belligerent thugs, and the streets be the shrines
Peace be the gods, food that we eat be
The cause, slugs be jury and judge, and the heat be
The law. Know y’all feeling the rush, wanting
The eight, hearing the tape and skills that we bust in
Your whip, slapping the wheel with it, cuz. Rap sheet
Rules—ain’t no rappers realer than us

[Hook: Gigan] (x2)
Live by the gun or die by the sword
Where we from, niggas die for the raw
Either way, y’all, it’s on. Brooklyn
Queens Day, dawg, get your chron, you heard me?

[Verse 2: Megalon]
I used to hustle dimes
And do crimes. Now I’m busting rhymes with no lines, I’m down
To two 9’s ‘cause I know I will get mines in due time
I’ve paid so many dues, I feel I’ve paved the way for self
And if I make my pay, I’d smoke about an eight a day for delf. Caught ya
Smoking hash, now your ass is in a smash torture
Police harass. First, I blast, then I dash. Born
In Brooklyn, raised in [?] Queens [?] Long Beach
Sling cracks, keeping in the gats in the stash, get flash-
-backs, street money, fast stacks—scratch that
Now I’ll relax and get fast stacks on fat tracks. About
Time I made it. Even through my rhymes, I’m crime-related
My rhymes the flav shit, at times, stated, at times, flagrant
Selling the crack, see? Always having to pack a gat, see?
Backseat of the taxi, taking the tax ‘til the tracks relax me
The hard bass they’re producing got me sipping at the
Bar place, thinking I’ll be Scarface if I was Cuban, and when
I be sticking and moving, Brooklyn, Queens Day
Massive sword, Tommy Gunn keep it moving

[Hook: Gigan] (x2)
Live by the gun or die by the sword
Where we from, niggas die for the raw
Either way, y’all, it’s on. Brooklyn
Queens Day, dawg, get your chron, you heard me?