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QB the NYC
We gonna bounce to
To all my (yeah, yeah)
To all the

Sometimes I
Will a nigga go because of his hunger
game is risky
If a nigga six deep
Will these niggaz miss me
partners too soon
All these flipping on me
Cause I won't give no loot to
Sometimes I
I...

(Nas)
Top of the world is I'm aiming at
These niggaz is flaming gats at my
I you, my first reaction is to hurt you
I hit your bird too, two in scalp then you out
Your thug crew is out, blood out
Some serving
nothing about this murder game
Its easily told but to hear
niggaz finally find out its real
Thats when they heart pumps
The real the weak will disappear
My words is 20/20, my vocals are crystal
911 style sits on mind like chrome
Lets say your brains is V12, put it in drive let it
What color? Might as well make it same as your
You your thoughts together, that means destination is unknown
As we travel on this road, an path, I get into this math
and get intense for this cash
Will I be to kill, live my life by a gat
Just when I I made it out, the street is calling me back

(Nature)
I know a lot of fiends by first name
Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for chains
Holding guns, the young owe dirty ones
Running wild, I raise hell above ground
Live in sin, rocks, benjamin grin
Figure once I got knocked, it end
that
They try to tell me I don't my own
The thugs know, they my zone
the cyclone trademark
For isle, yeah you know me now
I'm fake hugs, phoney smiles
Stack profits, you know how the niggaz on the get
Try to you dap to stare at your pockets
advance nothing new just the rules of the land
You could tell if they or lamb
You could a few, there's a few that ran
Or you feed them and lose your hand
What you do?

(Nas)
Blessing be to the ones who us
into spiritual essences
In Allah's arms you in
To him we for my peeps
Floyd, Twin and Taiyeh, Mr. back in the day
Get the money yam, he use to say not only with hands
But streetsmart he was a man
I try to understand life's plot
I think of Weewop, Shikeisha they was mad nice on the rocks
They could have went pro but God knows why not
Like my nigga Bing, let sneakers not be clean
He'll snapping on you, making a scene
Kept the lye, a cool nigga warm heart and fly
You still alive, I see you in sister's face
Are you pa? Or looking on from a distant place?
My thoroughbreds, Blackhead but real
Expect to see your black jeep fly the hill
In the of Richie Lou tribute
the world of the crimes that NY pigs do
We miss you, and Sonia
Rest in peace to Marty, a side of Vernon soldier
T.J. Black known as Killer
I can't replace you, but in me Havoc will always a brother my nigga

My man Will we meet again
You hold it up there, I'll it down here
I hope you hear my clear

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