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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 under because of his
game is risky
If a nigga six deep
these niggaz really miss me
Dead too soon
All these flipping on me
Cause I won't give no to them
I wonder
I...

(Nas)
Top of the world is I'm aiming 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 scalp you out
Your thug is out, blood oozing out
Some caine
nothing about this murder game
Its easily told but to hear
When niggaz find out its real
Thats when they heart pumps
The remains the weak will disappear
My is 20/20, my vocals are crystal clear
911 style sits on your mind chrome
Lets say your is V12, put it in drive let it roam
What color? Might as 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
and get intense for this cash
Will I be subject to kill, live my by a gat
Just I think I made it out, the street is calling me back

(Nature)
I know a lot of fiends by first name
Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for chains
Holding dirty guns, the young owe ones
Running wild, niggaz I hell above ground
in sin, holding rocks, benjamin grin
Figure I got knocked, it would end
Never
They try to tell me I love my own
The thugs know, they my zone
the cyclone trademark
For isle, yeah 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 at your pockets
Cruise advance nothing new just the rules of the
You could tell if they or lamb
You could fight a few, a few that ran
Or you could them and lose your hand
What you do?

(Nas)
Blessing be to the ones who us
Transcend spiritual essences
In Allah's arms you in
To him we pray for my
Floyd, and Taiyeh, Mr. Sunny back in the day
Get the money yam, he use to say not 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 sneakers not be clean
He'll start snapping on you, a scene
the lye, a cool nigga warm heart and stayed fly
You alive, I see you in your sister's face
Are you there pa? Or looking on a distant 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 that NY pigs do
We you, Harry and Sonia
Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st of Vernon soldier
T.J. Black known as Killer
I can't replace you, but in me Havoc 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 clear

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