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Q.B. 1933
To nine-six motherfucker
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Nine-six, 600

the shit
My mindset, son got wet
I'm really
snatched off his Rolex, smacked his bitch silly
Why acting illy word to Will he bout to feel it
I feel it, he been dealt with it
Them niggas sour they put to much flour in their
And got the nerve to wonder why they're
While we was gleaming, niggas was
Seen the ill beaming
Triple-beam and cream, had em fiending
To get they on the dosa, I called Sosa
Sosa these niggas hit the God the toaster
me in the Bridge I'm bout to go loca
Left my rat me to stay and stroke her
He came through two fly bitches, Venus and Vicious
With two macs inside the Volvo, what up God, I'm sober
I need some to bend me over
My nigga Hav soldier
It's getting down, it's going kid
I heard he might not live, I'm holding tears
these broads to put it in gear
With two females that don't smile digging style yo
Whattup son, these niggas started something wild
You know the clique well, Ramel with the in his grill
Tried to get a holding the steel
I paid attention to the
bitches when it get real
Sos' me close and told me the deal
He both hoes'll peel
Spray shots and reload and still handle the
Point em out smoke a Phil' then
I layed back Escobar status, The Firm got it cornered
We on it, shit we was born

the lye, QBC yo it's do or die
In this, and trifeness
I finesse this, for R.D., we shit
shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit
Dangerous sons, step let the tech lift
Lift you up, bless you a shorty then we set you up
the lye, QBC yo it's do or die
In this, business and
We finesse this, for RD, we chef
Perfect shit, Albert minds connect with
Dangerous sons, step let the tech lift
Lift you up, you wit a shorty then we set you up

Hold it right there over
That nigga right inside the Rover
I he'd be right here, I told you
get him now, look at him smile, ice Bulova
Polo pullover, big links and rocking
He's stunting, after he my man like that
Without a fair chance to fight back, but I'll be back
He never seen us, Sos' gave the mac to
And Vicious, lookin delicious, handle yo'
And step to him, shake ass try to screw him
Do ya gotta do to get to him
A tight parasuco, with faces
Can turn niggas Buttafuco, of all ages, was amused
By the way they walked, way talked
Only if they knew these spray New York
If they had to, heard him ask Venus, could I you
He out a Jeep, heard her tell him don't grab boo
They started chatting, was only a minute, flat when
They jumped in the back of the laughing
We followed them pollying, he thought the were Somalian
Probably wanted to hit the Inn
I grabbed the and called the Mobb and them
We layed low a hour or so these bitches movin too slow
We holding, what if them wild hoes started folding
Sosa, said say no more, we rolling
Before we got in they must have shot him, security
There the girls go, up we out in
The 940, me and two shorties
The punk niggas got in the orgy

Spark the lye, QBC yo do or die
In this, and trifeness
I finesse this, for R.D., we chef
Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds wit
sons, step back let the tech lift
Lift you up, bless you with a then we set you up

QBC, motherfucker
Roping up
our clique is thick
Another day dollar
More money, more
Fuck this shit, Q.B. up in the