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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 is risky
If a nigga slips six
Will these really miss me
partners too soon
All these flipping on me
I won't give no loot to them
Sometimes I
I...

(Nas)
Top of the world is I'm aiming at
These niggaz is flaming gats at my
I catch you, my first is to hurt you
I hit your bird too, two in your scalp you out
Your thug crew is out, blood out
Some caine
Knowing about this murder game
Its told but hard to hear
When niggaz find out its real
when they heart pumps fear
The real the weak will disappear
My words is 20/20, my vocals are crystal
911 style sits on mind like chrome
Lets say your is V12, put it in drive let it roam
What color? as well make it same as your dome
You your thoughts together, that means destination is unknown
As we travel on road, an infinite path, I get into this math
and get intense for this cash
Will I be subject to kill, my life by a gat
Just when I think I made it out, the street is calling me

(Nature)
I know a lot of fiends by first name
Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for they
Holding dirty guns, the young owe dirty
Running wild, niggaz I raise above ground
Live in sin, holding rocks, grin
Figure once I got knocked, it end
that
They try to me I don't love my own
The thugs know, ride my zone
the cyclone trademark
For coney isle, yeah you me now
I'm giving hugs, phoney smiles
Stack profits, you know how the niggaz on the get
Try to you dap to stare at your pockets
Cruise advance nothing new just the of the land
You could tell if wolves or lamb
You could a few, there's a few that ran
Or you could them and lose your hand
you wanna do?

(Nas)
Blessing be to the ones who us
Transcend into spiritual
In Allah's arms you 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 life's plot
I think of Weewop, Shikeisha both was mad nice on the rocks
They could have went pro but God knows why not
Like my nigga Bing, let sneakers not be clean
He'll start 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 looking on from a place?
My thoroughbreds, Blackhead but real
Expect to see your black jeep fly over the
In the spirit of Lou tribute
Remind the world of the crimes NY pigs do
We you, Harry and Sonia
in peace to Marty, a 41st side of Vernon soldier
T.J. Black better as Killer
I can't replace you, but in me will always have a brother my nigga

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

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