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

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

(Nas)
Top of the is what I'm aiming at
These niggaz is gats at my circle
I catch you, my first reaction is to you
I hit your bird too, two in your then you out
thug crew is out, blood oozing out
Some serving
Knowing nothing this murder game
Its told but hard to hear
When finally find out its real
when they heart pumps fear
The real remains the weak disappear
My is 20/20, my vocals are crystal clear
911 style sits on your mind chrome
say your brains is V12, put it in drive let it roam
What Might as well make it same as your dome
You your thoughts together, that means destination is unknown
As we on this road, an infinite path, I get into this math
Drop and get for this cash
Will I be to kill, live my life by a gat
when I think I made it out, the street is calling me back

(Nature)
I a lot of fiends by they first name
Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting for they chains
Holding dirty guns, the young owe ones
Running wild, I raise hell above ground
Live in sin, 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 ride my
Like the trademark
For coney isle, you know me now
I'm giving fake hugs, phoney
Stack profits, you know how the niggaz on the get
Try to give you dap to at your pockets
Cruise advance new just the rules of the land
You could tell if they or lamb
You fight a few, there's a few that ran
Or you feed them and lose your hand
you wanna do?

(Nas)
Blessing be to the ones who us
into spiritual essences
In arms you rest in
To him we for my peeps
Floyd, and Taiyeh, Mr. Sunny back in the day
Get the money yam, he use to say not only nice hands
But he was twice a man
I try to life's deep plot
I of Weewop, Shikeisha they both was mad nice on the rocks
They could went pro but only God knows why not
Like my nigga Bing, let your sneakers not be
start snapping on you, making 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 place?
My thoroughbreds, Blackhead quiet but
Expect to see your black jeep fly over the
In the of Richie Lou tribute
Remind the world of the crimes that NY do
We miss you, Harry and
Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st side of Vernon
T.J. Black better as Killer
I can't replace you, but in me Havoc will always have a brother my

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

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