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

Sometimes I
Will a nigga go under because of his
This is risky
If a nigga slips six
Will niggaz really miss me
partners too soon
All these niggaz on me
I won't give no loot to them
Sometimes I
I...

(Nas)
Top of the world is what I'm at
These 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
Your thug is out, blood oozing out
Some caine
Knowing nothing about this game
Its easily told but hard to
When niggaz find out its real
Thats when they heart fear
The remains the weak will disappear
My words is 20/20, my vocals are crystal
911 style sits on your mind chrome
say your brains is V12, put it in drive let it roam
What color? Might as well make it same as dome
You need your thoughts together, that means is unknown
As we travel on this road, an infinite path, I get into math
Drop and get intense for this
Will I be to kill, live my life by a gat
Just when I I made it out, the street is calling me back

(Nature)
I know a lot of fiends by they name
Living in Queens, a lot of cats stuck for they chains
Holding dirty guns, the owe dirty ones
Running wild, niggaz I raise above ground
Live in sin, holding rocks, grin
Figure once I got knocked, it end
that
They try to me I don't love my own
The thugs know, ride my zone
Like the trademark
For isle, yeah 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 stare at your
Cruise advance nothing new just the rules of the
You could tell if they or lamb
You could fight a few, a few that ran
Or you could them and lose your hand
What you do?

(Nas)
Blessing be to the ones who us
Transcend spiritual essences
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 only nice hands
But he was twice a man
I try to understand life's plot
I think of Weewop, Shikeisha they both was mad on the rocks
could have went pro but only God knows why not
Like my nigga Bing, let your sneakers not be
He'll start snapping on you, making a
the lye, a cool nigga warm heart and stayed fly
You still alive, I see you in your sister's
Are you pa? Or looking on from a distant place?
My thoroughbreds, quiet but real
Expect to see your black jeep fly the hill
In the spirit of Lou tribute
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 known as Killer
I can't replace you, but in me will always have a brother my nigga

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

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