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

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

(Nas)
Top of the world is what I'm 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
Your crew is out, blood oozing out
Some caine
Knowing nothing about this murder
Its easily but hard to hear
When finally find out its real
Thats when they heart 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 make it same as your dome
You need your thoughts together, that means destination is
As we travel on this road, an infinite path, I get this math
Drop and get intense for this
I be subject to kill, live my life by a gat
Just when I think I 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 getting stuck for they
dirty guns, the young owe dirty ones
Running wild, niggaz I raise above ground
in sin, holding rocks, benjamin grin
Figure once I got knocked, it end
that
They try to tell me I love my own
The thugs know, they my zone
the cyclone trademark
For coney isle, yeah you me now
I'm giving fake hugs, phoney
profits, you know how the niggaz on the block get
Try to give you dap to stare at your
Cruise advance new just the rules of the land
You could if they wolves or lamb
You fight a few, there's a few that ran
Or you feed them and lose your hand
What you do?

(Nas)
Blessing be to the ones who us
into spiritual essences
In arms you rest in
To him we pray for my
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 think of Weewop, Shikeisha they was mad nice on the rocks
They could have went pro but only God why not
Like my Bing, let your sneakers not be clean
start 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 there pa? Or on from a distant place?
My thoroughbreds, Blackhead quiet but
Expect to see your black fly over the hill
In the spirit of Lou tribute
Remind the of the crimes that NY pigs do
We miss you, Harry and
Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st of Vernon soldier
T.J. Black better as Killer
I can't replace you, but in me Havoc will have a brother my nigga

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

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