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[Verse 1 -
off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Pour liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us wit da old time click
nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, in shifts
Jakes wit faces in the night is the scariest
They me, they knew my government and alias
Various were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who
out young lady's and make them make thoughties
Got them out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in strollers
Before they walk they the hood talk
in the air of New York
So everybody'll pick em up, em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis we call home
Fist fight till we and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's kinda how we end out.

Yo them niggas that wanted beef
Don't no beef no mo
Now they know who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!!

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I'm get you, I'ma get ya
On da strength of da inf, from range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to ya
how I use words to paint pictures
Peep how I got niggas bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Jackson
for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta they her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da level
Next crib, next Benz, bitch, next bezel.
It's real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck war
I got a four four, ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness
Hopin' out the wit da gun out
your man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him with two, I left for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got for these rap cats, fish held back gats
wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your about it
Forever, whatever get gully
thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off
Break ya'll off
Yo hollow tips will your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da want it with me.

I the art of slap boxin' niggas in da dark
QB's big man, Horse of the
I'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of
macks at your bulletproof vests and hats.

How bout that, guns bust off, I back
trucks backfire, I bust back
How bout that, a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
Ya'll niggas ain't rap, ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats
we come around da front, stop.

Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around get dropped
When pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go home
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so
Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse your block up.

2]
Them niggas wanted war before
want no war no mo
Now that they who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!