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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 partners too
All niggaz flipping on me
Cause I give no loot to them
I wonder
I...

(Nas)
Top of the is what I'm aiming at
These niggaz is gats at my circle
I catch you, my reaction is to hurt you
I hit your too, two in your scalp then you out
Your crew is out, blood oozing out
Some serving
Knowing nothing this murder game
Its told but hard to hear
When niggaz find out its real
when they heart pumps fear
The remains the weak will disappear
My is 20/20, my vocals are crystal clear
911 sits on your mind like chrome
Lets say your brains is V12, put it in let it roam
What Might as well make it same as your dome
You need your thoughts together, that means destination is
As we on this road, an infinite path, I get into this math
and get intense for this cash
Will I be subject to kill, live my by a gat
when I think I made it out, the street is calling me back

(Nature)
I know a lot of fiends by they name
Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for chains
Holding dirty guns, the young owe ones
Running wild, I raise hell above ground
Live in sin, holding rocks, benjamin
once I got knocked, it would end
Never
They try to me I don't love my own
The know, they ride my zone
Like the cyclone
For coney isle, you know me now
I'm giving fake hugs, phoney
Stack profits, you know how the niggaz on the get
Try to give you dap to at your pockets
Cruise nothing new just the rules of the land
You could if they wolves or lamb
You could a few, there's a few that ran
Or you could feed them and lose hand
What you do?

(Nas)
Blessing be to the ones who us
Transcend into spiritual
In Allah's you rest in
To him we for my peeps
Floyd, Twin and Taiyeh, Mr. Sunny 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 have went pro but only God knows why not
Like my nigga Bing, let your not be clean
He'll start snapping on you, making a
the lye, a cool nigga warm heart and stayed fly
You still alive, I see you in your sister's
Are you there pa? Or looking on from a place?
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 crimes that NY do
We you, Harry and Sonia
Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st side of soldier
T.J. Black known as Killer
I can't replace you, but in me Havoc will always a brother my nigga

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

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