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

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

(Nas)
Top of the world is I'm aiming at
These niggaz is gats at my circle
I catch you, my reaction is to hurt you
I hit bird too, two in your scalp then you out
Your thug crew is out, oozing out
Some serving
Knowing about this murder game
Its easily told but hard to
When niggaz finally find out its
Thats when heart pumps fear
The real the weak will disappear
My words is 20/20, my are crystal clear
911 style sits on your mind chrome
Lets say your brains is V12, put it in drive let it
What color? Might as make it same as your dome
You need your thoughts together, means destination is unknown
As we travel on this road, an infinite path, I get into this
Drop and get intense for this
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 fiends by first name
Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for they
dirty guns, the young owe dirty ones
Running wild, I raise hell above ground
in sin, holding rocks, benjamin grin
Figure I got knocked, it would end
that
They try to tell me I don't my own
The know, they ride my zone
the cyclone trademark
For coney isle, you know me now
I'm giving hugs, phoney smiles
Stack profits, you know how the niggaz on the get
Try to give you dap to stare at your
Cruise nothing new just the rules of the land
You could tell if they wolves or
You could a few, there's a few that ran
Or you could feed them and lose your
What you do?

(Nas)
Blessing be to the who left us
Transcend into essences
In Allah's you rest 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 with hands
But streetsmart he was a man
I try to understand deep plot
I think of Weewop, Shikeisha they both was mad nice on the
They have went pro but only God knows why not
Like my nigga Bing, let sneakers not be clean
He'll start snapping on you, a scene
the lye, a cool nigga warm 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, Blackhead but real
to see your black jeep fly over the hill
In the spirit of Lou tribute
Remind the of the crimes that NY pigs do
We you, Harry and Sonia
Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st side of Vernon
T.J. better known as Killer
I can't you, but in me Havoc will always have a brother my nigga

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

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