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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 deceased who no longer
Only wishin' we could them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our we risk
How it use to be, early morn, in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the
They handcuff me, they my government and alias
calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and
In our land, get stapped by niggas who forty
out young lady's and make them make thoughties
Got coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, in they 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 own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we grown and these come out
Circle of life, it's kinda how we end out.

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

[Verse 2 - 50
Ya'll niggas better sober up ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
Last that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I'm gone get you, get ya
On da of da inf, from long 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 paint
Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Curtis
Known for creatin' action, by 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, next bitch, bezel.
that real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck war
I got a four four, pierce ya'll 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 back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put cream on it
don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever whatever get
Shots thru your leather and clothe, your skelly off
Break ya'll off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it me.

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

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

Uh huh, ya'll fuck around ya'll get dropped
When guns pop, tellin'
Twin nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go home
Never slip, my Will+ to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, cousin to death, me weak
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, Jungle and shot your block up.

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