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

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

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

(Nature)
I a lot of fiends by they first name
in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for they chains
Holding dirty guns, the young owe dirty
Running wild, niggaz I raise hell ground
Live in sin, holding rocks, benjamin
Figure I got knocked, it would end
that
They try to tell me I don't my own
The know, they ride my zone
the cyclone trademark
For coney isle, you know me now
I'm giving fake hugs, phoney
Stack profits, you know how the niggaz on the get
Try to give you dap to stare at pockets
Cruise advance nothing new just the rules of the
You could tell if wolves or lamb
You could fight a few, there's a few ran
Or you could feed them and lose your
you wanna do?

(Nas)
Blessing be to the who left us
into spiritual essences
In Allah's arms you in
To him we pray for my
Floyd, Twin and Taiyeh, Mr. Sunny in the day
Get the money yam, he use to say not only nice with
But streetsmart he was a man
I try to understand life's deep
I of Weewop, Shikeisha they both was mad nice on the rocks
They could have went pro but only God why not
Like my nigga Bing, let sneakers not be clean
He'll start snapping on you, a scene
Kept the lye, a cool nigga heart and stayed fly
You still alive, I see you in sister's face
Are you there pa? Or looking on a distant place?
My thoroughbreds, Blackhead but real
Expect to see your black fly over the hill
In the spirit of Richie Lou
Remind the world of the crimes NY pigs do
We miss you, and Sonia
Rest in peace to Marty, a side of Vernon soldier
T.J. Black known as Killer
I can't replace you, but in me Havoc will have a brother my nigga

My man Will till we again
You hold it up there, hold it down here
I hope you hear my clear

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