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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
This game is
If a nigga six deep
Will these niggaz really me
Dead partners too
All these niggaz on me
Cause I won't give no loot to
Sometimes I
I...

(Nas)
Top of the is what I'm aiming at
niggaz is flaming gats at my circle
I you, my first reaction is to hurt you
I hit your bird too, two in scalp then you out
thug crew is out, blood oozing out
Some caine
Knowing about this murder game
Its easily told but hard to
When niggaz finally out its real
Thats when they heart pumps
The real remains the will disappear
My words is 20/20, my vocals are crystal
911 style sits on your like chrome
Lets say your brains is V12, put it in drive let it
What color? Might as well it same as your dome
You need your thoughts together, that means destination is
As we travel on this road, an path, I get into this math
Drop and get intense for cash
Will I be subject to kill, live my 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 for they chains
Holding dirty guns, the young owe dirty
Running wild, niggaz I raise hell ground
in sin, holding rocks, benjamin grin
Figure I got knocked, it would end
that
They try to tell me I don't my own
The thugs know, they my zone
the cyclone trademark
For coney isle, yeah you me now
I'm giving fake hugs, phoney
Stack profits, you how the niggaz on the block get
Try to give you dap to at your pockets
Cruise nothing new just the rules of the land
You could if they wolves or lamb
You fight a few, there's a few that ran
Or you could feed and lose your hand
you wanna 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. Sunny in the day
Get the money yam, he use to say not nice with hands
But streetsmart he was a man
I try to understand life's deep
I think of Weewop, they both was mad nice on the rocks
They could have went pro but only God why not
Like my nigga Bing, let sneakers not be clean
He'll start snapping on you, a scene
Kept the lye, a nigga warm heart and stayed fly
You still alive, I see you in sister's face
Are you there pa? Or looking on from a place?
My thoroughbreds, Blackhead but real
Expect to see black jeep fly over the hill
In the of Richie Lou tribute
Remind the of the crimes that NY pigs do
We you, Harry and Sonia
Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st 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 till we meet again
You hold it up there, I'll it down here
I hope you hear my prays

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