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

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

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

(Nature)
I know a lot of by they first name
Living in Queens, a lot of cats stuck for they chains
Holding dirty guns, the young owe ones
Running wild, niggaz I hell above ground
Live in sin, rocks, benjamin grin
once I got knocked, it would end
Never
They try to tell me I don't my own
The thugs know, they ride my
Like the trademark
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 your
advance nothing new just the rules of the land
You could tell if they wolves or
You could a few, there's a few that ran
Or you could feed and lose your hand
What you do?

(Nas)
Blessing be to the who left us
Transcend spiritual essences
In Allah's arms you in
To him we pray for my
Floyd, and Taiyeh, Mr. Sunny back in the day
Get the money yam, he use to say not only nice hands
But he was twice 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 Bing, let your sneakers not be clean
He'll start on you, making a scene
Kept the lye, a cool warm heart and stayed fly
You alive, I see you in your sister's face
Are you there pa? Or looking on a distant place?
My thoroughbreds, Blackhead but real
Expect to see your black jeep fly over the
In the spirit of Richie Lou
the world of the crimes that NY pigs do
We miss you, Harry and
Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st side of soldier
T.J. Black better 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, I'll hold it here
I hope you my prays clear

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