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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
This game is
If a nigga six deep
Will niggaz really 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 is flaming gats at my circle
I you, my first reaction is to hurt you
I hit your too, two in your scalp then you out
thug crew is out, blood oozing out
Some serving
nothing about this murder game
Its easily told but to hear
When finally find out its real
Thats when they heart pumps
The real remains the weak disappear
My words is 20/20, my vocals are clear
911 style sits on your mind like
Lets say your is V12, put it in drive let it roam
What color? Might as well make it same as your
You need your together, that means destination is unknown
As we travel on this road, an infinite path, I get into math
Drop and get intense for cash
Will I be subject to kill, live my 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 first
Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for they
dirty guns, the young owe dirty ones
Running wild, niggaz I raise hell above
in sin, holding rocks, benjamin grin
Figure once I got knocked, it end
Never
They try to tell me I love my own
The thugs know, they my zone
the cyclone trademark
For coney isle, you know me now
I'm fake hugs, phoney smiles
Stack profits, you how the niggaz on the block get
Try to give you dap to at your pockets
Cruise advance nothing new just the of the land
You could tell if 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
Transcend 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 he was twice a man
I try to understand life's deep
I think of Weewop, Shikeisha they was mad nice on the rocks
They have went pro but only God knows why not
Like my nigga Bing, let your not be clean
He'll start on you, making a scene
the lye, a cool nigga warm heart and stayed fly
You still alive, I see you in sister's face
Are you pa? Or looking on from a distant place?
My thoroughbreds, Blackhead quiet but
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, Harry and
Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st of Vernon soldier
T.J. better known as Killer
I can't replace you, but in me Havoc always have a brother my nigga

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

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