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

Yo them that wanted beef before
want no beef no mo
Now that they who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!!

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll better 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 gone get you, 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 ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to 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
Known for creatin' action, by rapidly
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname
Got a I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to me to da next level
Next crib, Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
that real.

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

I mastered the art of slap boxin' niggas in da
big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
I'm da Sasquash of rap, of gats
macks at your bulletproof vests and hats.

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

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

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