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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 bring back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old click
nines, thoughts 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 handcuff me, they knew my and alias
Various calls were up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked and cabs
In our land, get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out lady's and make them make thoughties
Got coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in strollers
Before they walk knew the hood talk
in the air of New York
So everybody'll em up, kissin em up
them like they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we and these guns come out
Circle of life, kinda deep how we end out.

Yo niggas that wanted beef before
Don't 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 up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
Last rapper 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 niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to pictures
how I got niggas with 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 tech I Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da next
crib, next Benz, next 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, out, Guinness Stout
out the Range wit da gun out
Smack man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him two, I left some 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 whatever get
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With skelly off
ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it me.

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

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

Uh huh, ya'll can't around ya'll get dropped
guns pop, who's tellin'
Twin nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time felon, to da melon, straight to da dome
Send a back, get da shells, go straight home
slip, my +Ill Will+ 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 that wanted war
want no war no mo
Now that they who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!