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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
This game is
If a nigga slips six
Will niggaz really miss me
Dead partners too
All niggaz flipping on me
I won't 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 first reaction is to you
I hit your bird too, two in your then you out
Your thug crew is out, blood out
serving caine
Knowing nothing about this game
Its easily told but hard to
When finally find out its real
when they heart pumps fear
The real remains the weak disappear
My words is 20/20, my vocals are clear
911 sits on your mind like chrome
Lets say your brains is V12, put it in let it roam
What color? Might as make it same as your dome
You need your thoughts together, that means destination is
As we travel on this road, an infinite path, I get into this
Drop and get intense for this
Will I be subject to kill, live my by a gat
Just when I I made it out, the street is calling me back

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

(Nas)
Blessing be to the who left us
Transcend into spiritual
In Allah's you rest 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 with
But streetsmart he was a man
I try to understand deep plot
I think of Weewop, Shikeisha they both was mad on the rocks
could have went 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 nigga warm heart and stayed fly
You alive, I see you in your sister's face
Are you there pa? Or looking on from a place?
My thoroughbreds, Blackhead but real
Expect to see black jeep fly over the hill
In the spirit of Richie Lou
Remind the world of the crimes that NY do
We you, Harry and Sonia
Rest in peace to Marty, a side of Vernon soldier
T.J. better known as Killer
I can't replace you, but in me Havoc will have a brother my nigga

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

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