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

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

(Nas)
Top of the world is what I'm at
These niggaz is flaming 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 is out, blood oozing out
Some caine
Knowing nothing about this murder
Its easily but hard to hear
When niggaz finally out its real
Thats when they heart fear
The real remains the weak will
My is 20/20, my vocals are crystal clear
911 style sits on your mind like
Lets say your is V12, put it in drive let it roam
What color? Might as well make it as your dome
You need your together, that means destination is unknown
As we on this road, an infinite path, I get into this math
Drop and get for this cash
Will I be subject to kill, my life by a gat
when I think I made it out, the street is calling me back

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

(Nas)
Blessing be to the who left us
into spiritual essences
In Allah's you rest in
To him we pray for my
Floyd, Twin and Taiyeh, Mr. back in the day
Get the money yam, he use to say not only with hands
But streetsmart he was a man
I try to understand life's plot
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 your sneakers not be
He'll snapping on you, making a scene
Kept the lye, a cool nigga warm 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 quiet but
Expect to see your black jeep fly over the
In the spirit of Lou tribute
Remind the world of the crimes that NY do
We you, Harry and Sonia
Rest in peace to Marty, a side of Vernon soldier
T.J. better known as Killer
I can't replace you, but in me will always have a brother my nigga

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

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