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

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

[Verse 2 - 50
Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me
Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got 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
Peep how I use words to 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 gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a I name Nina
Two niggas to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, bezel.
It's real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da wanna war
I got a four four, pierce niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness
out the Range wit da gun out
Smack 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, fish held back
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, your skelly off
Break ya'll off
Yo hollow tips will flood jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da want it with me.

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

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

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

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