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QB the NYC
We bounce to this
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
these niggaz really miss me
Dead too soon
All niggaz flipping on me
Cause I give 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 catch you, my first reaction is to you
I hit your bird too, two in your then you out
Your thug crew is out, oozing out
Some serving
Knowing nothing this murder game
Its easily but hard to hear
When finally find out its real
Thats when they heart pumps
The real remains the weak will
My is 20/20, my vocals are crystal clear
911 style on your mind like chrome
Lets say brains is V12, put it in drive let it roam
What color? Might as well make it as your dome
You your thoughts together, that means destination is unknown
As we travel on this road, an infinite path, I get into this
Drop and get intense for cash
Will I be subject to kill, my life by a gat
Just when I think I 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 stuck for they chains
Holding dirty guns, the owe dirty ones
wild, niggaz I raise hell above ground
Live in sin, holding rocks, benjamin
Figure once I got knocked, it end
that
They try to tell me I love my own
The thugs know, they ride my
Like the trademark
For coney isle, yeah you me now
I'm giving hugs, phoney smiles
Stack profits, you know how the on the block get
Try to give you dap to stare at your
Cruise advance new just the rules of the land
You could tell if they or lamb
You could fight a few, there's a few ran
Or you could feed them and lose your
you wanna do?

(Nas)
Blessing be to the who left us
Transcend into essences
In Allah's arms you in
To him we for my peeps
Floyd, and Taiyeh, Mr. Sunny back in the day
Get the money yam, he use to say not only nice hands
But streetsmart he was a man
I try to understand life's deep
I think of Weewop, Shikeisha they was mad nice on the rocks
They could have pro but only God knows why not
Like my nigga Bing, let sneakers not be clean
start snapping on you, making a scene
Kept the lye, a cool nigga warm 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
Expect to see your black fly over the hill
In the of Richie Lou tribute
Remind the world of the crimes that NY do
We miss you, and Sonia
Rest in peace to Marty, a side of Vernon soldier
T.J. Black better as Killer
I replace you, but in me Havoc will always have a brother my nigga

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

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