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

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

(Nas)
Top of the world is what I'm at
niggaz is flaming gats at my circle
I catch you, my first is to hurt you
I hit bird too, two in your scalp then you out
Your thug crew is out, blood out
serving caine
Knowing nothing about this murder
Its told but hard to hear
When niggaz finally out its real
Thats they heart pumps fear
The real the weak will disappear
My words is 20/20, my vocals are crystal
911 style sits on your like chrome
Lets say your brains is V12, put it in drive let it
What color? Might as well 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
and get intense for this cash
Will I be subject to kill, live my by a gat
Just when I think I made it out, the street is calling me

(Nature)
I a lot of fiends by they first name
Living in Queens, a lot of cats stuck for they chains
Holding dirty guns, the young owe dirty
Running wild, niggaz I hell above ground
Live in sin, holding rocks, grin
once I got knocked, it would end
Never
try to tell me I don't love my own
The thugs know, they ride my
the cyclone trademark
For coney isle, yeah you me now
I'm fake hugs, phoney smiles
Stack profits, you how the niggaz on the block get
Try to give you dap to stare at pockets
advance nothing new just the rules of the land
You could tell if they or lamb
You could fight a few, a few that ran
Or you could feed them and lose hand
you wanna do?

(Nas)
Blessing be to the ones who us
Transcend spiritual essences
In Allah's you rest in
To him we pray for my
Floyd, and Taiyeh, Mr. Sunny 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 life's plot
I think of Weewop, Shikeisha they was mad nice on the rocks
They have went pro but only God knows 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 still alive, I see you in your sister's
Are you there pa? Or looking on a distant place?
My thoroughbreds, quiet but real
Expect to see black jeep fly over the hill
In the of Richie Lou tribute
Remind the of the crimes that NY pigs do
We miss you, Harry and
Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st side of Vernon
T.J. Black known as Killer
I can't replace you, but in me 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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