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

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

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't at me high
Last rapper that 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, long range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya ain't wit ya
After da gem split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
how I use words to paint pictures
Peep how I got with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname
Got a tech I call Tina, a I name Nina
Two niggas to see Allah afta they seen her
QB shit, bout to take me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, bitch, next bezel.
that real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da wanna war
I got a four, pierce 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 hit him with two, I left some for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, held back gats
Scope wit a on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make dream about it
Forever, whatever whatever get
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With skelly off
ya'll clowns off
Yo tips will flood 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
big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
I'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of
Testin' macks at bulletproof vests and hats.

How bout that, bust off, I bust back
When trucks backfire, I back
How bout that, a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
Ya'll niggas gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats
When we come da front, stop.

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

2]
Them niggas that wanted war
Don't no war no mo
Now they know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!