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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 because of his
This game is
If a slips six deep
Will these really miss me
Dead partners too
All these flipping on me
Cause I give no loot to them
Sometimes I
I...

(Nas)
Top of the world is what I'm at
These niggaz is flaming at my circle
I catch you, my reaction is to hurt you
I hit your too, two in your scalp then you out
Your thug is out, blood oozing out
Some serving
Knowing about this murder game
Its told but hard to hear
When niggaz finally out its real
when they heart pumps fear
The remains the weak will disappear
My words is 20/20, my vocals are clear
911 style on your mind like chrome
Lets say your is V12, put it in drive let it roam
color? Might as well make it same as your dome
You need your thoughts together, that destination is unknown
As we travel on road, an infinite path, I get into this math
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 a lot of fiends by they first name
Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for they
Holding guns, the young owe dirty ones
Running wild, niggaz I raise above ground
Live in sin, holding rocks, benjamin
Figure once I got knocked, it end
Never
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 fake hugs, smiles
Stack profits, you know how the niggaz on the get
Try to give you dap to stare at your
Cruise advance new just the rules of the land
You tell if they wolves or lamb
You fight a few, there's a few that ran
Or you could them and lose your hand
What you do?

(Nas)
Blessing be to the who left us
Transcend into spiritual
In Allah's arms you in
To him we for my peeps
Floyd, Twin and Taiyeh, Mr. Sunny in the day
Get the yam, he use to say not only nice with hands
But he was twice a man
I try to life's deep plot
I think of Weewop, Shikeisha both was mad nice on the rocks
They could have went pro but only God why not
Like my nigga Bing, let your sneakers not be
He'll start snapping on you, a scene
Kept the lye, a cool nigga warm and stayed fly
You still alive, I see you in your sister's
Are you there pa? Or looking on from a distant
My thoroughbreds, quiet but real
to see your black jeep fly over the hill
In the of Richie Lou tribute
Remind the world of the that NY pigs do
We miss you, Harry and
in peace to Marty, a 41st side of Vernon soldier
T.J. Black better known as
I can't replace you, but in me Havoc will have a brother my nigga

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

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