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

Sometimes I
Will a nigga go under of his hunger
This is risky
If a nigga six deep
Will niggaz really miss me
partners too soon
All these niggaz on me
Cause I give no loot to them
I wonder
I...

(Nas)
Top of the world is what I'm at
These is flaming gats at my circle
I you, my first 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 about murder game
Its easily told but hard to
When niggaz finally find out its
Thats they heart pumps fear
The remains the weak will disappear
My words is 20/20, my vocals are clear
911 style sits on your mind like
Lets say your brains is V12, put it in drive let it
What color? Might as well make it as your dome
You need thoughts together, that means destination is unknown
As we travel on this road, an infinite path, I get into math
Drop and get intense for this
Will I be to kill, live my life by a gat
Just I think I made it out, the street is calling me back

(Nature)
I know a lot of fiends by they first
Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for they
dirty guns, the young owe dirty ones
Running wild, niggaz I hell above ground
Live in sin, holding rocks, grin
Figure once I got knocked, it end
Never
They try to tell me I love my own
The thugs know, they my zone
Like the cyclone
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 you dap to stare at your pockets
Cruise advance new just the rules of the land
You could tell if wolves or lamb
You fight a few, there's a few that ran
Or you could feed them and lose your
What you do?

(Nas)
Blessing be to the ones who us
Transcend spiritual essences
In Allah's you rest 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 he was twice a man
I try to understand deep plot
I think of Weewop, Shikeisha they both was mad on the rocks
They could have went pro but only God why not
Like my nigga Bing, let your not be clean
He'll start snapping on you, a scene
Kept the lye, a cool nigga warm and stayed fly
You still alive, I see you in your sister's
Are you there pa? Or on from a distant place?
My thoroughbreds, Blackhead but real
Expect to see black jeep fly over the hill
In the spirit of Richie Lou
Remind the world of the crimes that NY do
We miss you, Harry and
Rest in peace to Marty, a side of Vernon soldier
T.J. Black known as Killer
I can't replace you, but in me will always have a brother my nigga

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

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