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QB the NYC
We gonna to this
To all my (yeah, yeah)
To all the

Sometimes I
a nigga go under because of his hunger
This is risky
If a nigga slips six
Will these niggaz miss me
partners too soon
All these flipping on me
Cause I won't no loot to them
Sometimes I
I...

(Nas)
Top of the is what I'm aiming at
These is flaming gats at my circle
I catch you, my first reaction is to you
I hit bird too, two in your scalp then you out
Your thug crew is out, blood out
serving caine
Knowing nothing about murder game
Its told but hard to hear
When niggaz find out its real
Thats they heart pumps fear
The real remains the weak disappear
My words is 20/20, my vocals are clear
911 style sits on mind like chrome
Lets say brains is V12, put it in drive let it roam
What color? Might as well it same as your dome
You need your thoughts together, means destination is unknown
As we on this road, an infinite path, I get into this math
and get intense for this cash
Will I be subject to kill, my life by a gat
Just when I think I made it out, the street is calling me

(Nature)
I know a lot of fiends by they name
Living in Queens, a lot of getting stuck for they chains
Holding dirty guns, the young owe ones
wild, niggaz I raise hell above ground
Live in sin, holding rocks, grin
Figure once I got knocked, it end
Never
They try to me I don't love my own
The thugs know, ride my zone
Like the cyclone
For isle, yeah you know me now
I'm giving fake hugs, smiles
profits, you know how the niggaz on the block get
Try to give you dap to stare at pockets
advance nothing new just the rules of the land
You could if they wolves or lamb
You fight a few, there's a few that ran
Or you could feed them and your hand
you wanna do?

(Nas)
Blessing be to the ones who us
Transcend into spiritual
In Allah's arms you in
To him we for my peeps
Floyd, and Taiyeh, Mr. Sunny back in the day
Get the money yam, he use to say not nice with hands
But he was twice a man
I try to life's deep plot
I think of Weewop, Shikeisha they was mad nice on the rocks
could have went pro but only God knows why not
Like my nigga Bing, let sneakers not be clean
He'll start on you, making a scene
Kept the lye, a cool nigga warm heart and fly
You alive, I see you in your sister's face
Are you there pa? Or looking on from a place?
My thoroughbreds, Blackhead but real
to see your black jeep fly over the hill
In the of Richie Lou tribute
Remind the world of the that NY pigs do
We you, Harry and Sonia
Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st side of soldier
T.J. better known as Killer
I can't replace you, but in me Havoc will always have a my nigga

My man till we meet again
You hold it up there, I'll hold it here
I you hear my prays clear

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