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

Sometimes I
Will a nigga go under of his hunger
This game is
If a nigga six deep
these niggaz really miss me
Dead too soon
All these flipping on me
Cause I won't give no to them
I wonder
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
thug crew is out, blood oozing out
Some serving
Knowing nothing about this game
Its easily told but hard to
When niggaz finally out its real
Thats when they pumps fear
The real remains the weak will
My words is 20/20, my vocals are clear
911 style sits on your mind chrome
Lets say brains is V12, put it in drive let it roam
What color? Might as well make it same as your
You need thoughts together, that means destination is unknown
As we travel on road, an infinite path, I get into this math
Drop and get for this cash
I be subject to kill, live my life by a gat
Just I think 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 they
Holding dirty guns, the owe dirty ones
wild, niggaz I raise hell above ground
Live in sin, holding rocks, benjamin
Figure I got knocked, it would end
that
They try to tell me I love my own
The thugs know, ride my zone
Like the cyclone
For coney isle, yeah you me now
I'm giving hugs, phoney smiles
profits, you know how the niggaz on the block get
Try to give you dap to at your pockets
Cruise advance nothing new just the rules of the
You could tell if they or lamb
You could a few, there's a few that ran
Or you could them and lose your hand
What you do?

(Nas)
Blessing be to the ones who us
Transcend into spiritual
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 nice with hands
But streetsmart he was a man
I try to understand deep plot
I of Weewop, Shikeisha they both was mad nice on the rocks
They could have went pro but God knows why not
Like my nigga Bing, let your not be clean
He'll start on you, making a scene
Kept the lye, a cool warm heart and stayed fly
You still alive, I see you in sister's face
Are you pa? Or looking on from a distant place?
My thoroughbreds, quiet but real
Expect to see your jeep fly over the hill
In the spirit of Richie Lou
Remind the world of the crimes NY pigs do
We you, Harry and Sonia
in peace to Marty, a 41st side of Vernon soldier
T.J. Black known as Killer
I can't replace you, but in me Havoc always have a brother my nigga

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

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