At fourteen tried out for the ball team
Junior high, they denied me
I shot bricks that made the backboard scream
Fighting Italian rival gangs, they was sniffing glue
I was skipping school, smoking green, that was the shit to do
Stole somebody's team jacket at practice, slept through my classes
The borough Queens, so it's rep the Q to the casket
Average student, had illusions of the supernatural
Horror movie addict, werewolf fanatic and Dracul'
One night after school and train hopping and snatching jewels
I dozed at midnight, woke up a little after two
My hands shook violently
My eyes took red
My hair spun in waves
Bread was the only word I said
I heard voices in the night calling, them Benz' engine roaring
Heard that gin and champagne pouring and niggas balling
I put the 22 on my waist
The face in the moon had a mean look
I transformed to the Queens wolf

You could hear me growling through public housing
No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island
A Queens wolf
Ladies wanna get beside him
If haters try busting the silver bullet inside him, they dying
You could hear me growling through public housing
No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island
A Queens wolf
Ladies wanna get beside him
If haters try busting the silver bullet inside him, they dying

Waking up is a pleasure though last night I can't remember
Cash up on my dresser, where'd it come from? This is messed up
What kind of fatal drug am I taking? Who laced it?
Previous night memories who erased it? Wasn't even wasted
I do recall the nightfall, loner the stars around it
Then my man called, said what I did, the goons were talking 'bout it
Singing me praises, I lit the corners up
It sounded like Vietnam screaming out Q Vietnam the loudest
"Homie them dudes is scared you gon' spray 'em, word to Bing
They'll do anything, pay you real good to be on their team"
So that explains the money and the chains that's on my dresser drawer
That wasn't there a day before, I should press 'em all
But I be on some cool shit, my nigga, Q-U shit
Audemar watch, burner piece, switch, new whip
Stoli vodka, club soda with my new chick
Ah shit, teeth showing, snarling when the moon's lit

You could hear me growling through public housing
No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island
A Queens wolf
Ladies wanna get beside him
If haters try busting the silver bullet inside him, they dying
You could hear me growling through public housing
No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island
A Queens wolf
Ladies wanna get beside him
If haters try busting the silver bullet inside him, they dying

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Aldrin Davis, Nasir Jones