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

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

(Nas)
Top of the world is what I'm at
These is flaming gats at my circle
I catch you, my first reaction is to you
I hit your bird too, two in your then you out
Your crew is out, blood oozing out
serving caine
Knowing nothing about murder game
Its told but hard to hear
When niggaz finally out its real
Thats when they heart fear
The remains the weak will disappear
My words is 20/20, my are crystal clear
911 sits on your mind like chrome
Lets say your 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 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 to kill, live my life by a gat
when I think I made it out, the street is calling me back

(Nature)
I know a lot of by they first name
Living in Queens, a lot of getting stuck for they chains
Holding dirty guns, the young owe dirty
wild, niggaz I raise hell above ground
Live in sin, holding rocks, grin
Figure I got knocked, it would end
that
They try to tell me I don't my own
The thugs know, they my zone
Like the cyclone
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 stare at pockets
Cruise nothing new just the rules of the land
You could tell if they or lamb
You could a few, there's a few that ran
Or you could feed them and your hand
What you do?

(Nas)
Blessing be to the who left us
Transcend into essences
In Allah's you rest in
To him we pray for my
Floyd, Twin and Taiyeh, Mr. Sunny 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 went pro but only God knows why not
Like my nigga Bing, let sneakers not be clean
start snapping on you, making a scene
Kept the lye, a cool nigga heart and stayed fly
You still alive, I see you in your face
Are you there pa? Or on from a distant place?
My thoroughbreds, quiet but real
Expect to see your black fly over the hill
In the of Richie Lou tribute
Remind the of the crimes that NY pigs do
We miss you, Harry and
in peace to Marty, a 41st side of Vernon soldier
T.J. Black better known as
I can't replace you, but in me Havoc always have a brother my nigga

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

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