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

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

(Nas)
Top of the world is what I'm at
niggaz is flaming gats at my circle
I you, my first reaction is to hurt you
I hit bird too, two in your scalp then you out
Your thug is out, blood oozing out
Some caine
nothing about this murder game
Its told but hard to hear
When niggaz finally find out its
Thats they heart pumps fear
The remains the weak will disappear
My is 20/20, my vocals are crystal clear
911 style on your mind like chrome
Lets say brains is V12, put it in drive let it roam
What color? Might as well make it same as your
You your 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 when I think I made it out, the street is me back

(Nature)
I know a lot of 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 hell above ground
in sin, holding rocks, benjamin grin
Figure I got knocked, it would end
Never
They try to me I don't love my own
The thugs know, they ride my
the cyclone trademark
For isle, yeah you know me now
I'm giving fake hugs, smiles
Stack profits, you how the niggaz on the block get
Try to you dap to stare at your pockets
Cruise nothing new just the rules of the land
You could if they wolves or lamb
You could 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 you rest in
To him we pray for my
Floyd, and Taiyeh, Mr. Sunny back in the day
Get the yam, he use to say not only nice with hands
But he was twice a man
I try to understand life's 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 Bing, let your sneakers not be clean
He'll snapping on you, making a scene
Kept the lye, a cool nigga heart and stayed fly
You alive, I see you in your 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 spirit of Richie Lou
the world of the crimes that NY pigs do
We miss you, and Sonia
Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st of Vernon soldier
T.J. Black better as Killer
I replace 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 my prays clear

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