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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 under of his hunger
This game is
If a slips six deep
Will niggaz really miss me
Dead partners too
All niggaz flipping on me
Cause I won't give no to them
Sometimes I
I...

(Nas)
Top of the world is I'm aiming at
These niggaz is flaming gats at my
I catch you, my reaction is to hurt you
I hit your too, two in your scalp then you out
Your thug crew is out, oozing out
Some serving
Knowing nothing about murder game
Its easily told but to hear
When niggaz find out its real
Thats when they heart fear
The real the weak will disappear
My is 20/20, my vocals are crystal clear
911 style on your mind like chrome
Lets say your is V12, put it in drive let it roam
color? Might as well make it same as your dome
You need your thoughts together, means destination is unknown
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 I think I made it out, the street is calling me back

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

(Nas)
Blessing be to the who left us
Transcend into spiritual
In arms you rest 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 only nice hands
But he was twice a man
I try to understand life's deep
I think of Weewop, Shikeisha both was mad nice on the rocks
They could have went pro but only God why not
my nigga Bing, let your sneakers not be clean
He'll start snapping on you, a scene
Kept the lye, a cool nigga heart and stayed fly
You still alive, I see you in sister's face
Are you there pa? Or looking on from a distant
My thoroughbreds, Blackhead but real
Expect to see your black fly over the hill
In the spirit of Richie Lou
Remind the of the crimes that NY pigs do
We miss you, Harry and
Rest in to Marty, a 41st side of Vernon soldier
T.J. better known as Killer
I can't you, but in me Havoc will always have a brother my nigga

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

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