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[Verse 1 -
off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up
on the deceased who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring back with songs like dis
Old on us chillin' wit da old time click
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we
How it use to be, early morn, in shifts
wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they my government and alias
Various calls were made up for us
The D's in the vans and cabs
In our land, get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young and make them make thoughties
Got them out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in strollers
Before they they knew the hood talk
in the air of New York
So everybody'll em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's kinda how we end out.

Yo niggas that wanted beef before
Don't want no no mo
Now that know who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!!

[Verse 2 - 50
Ya'll niggas better up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got in da eye
Now if I say I'm get you, I'ma get ya
On da strength of da inf, from range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya even wit ya
da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use to paint pictures
Peep how I got with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by rapidly
Nigga I strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I Nina
Two went to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, to take me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, bezel.
that real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da wanna war
I got a four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Stout
out the Range wit da gun out
Smack man down, you ran off
I was hit him with two, I left some for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for rap cats, fish held back gats
wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I your dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your and clothe, With your skelly off
Break ya'll off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it me.

I mastered the art of slap niggas in da dark
QB's big man, Horse of the
I'm da of rap, collector of gats
Testin' macks at your vests and hats.

How bout that, bust off, I bust back
trucks backfire, I bust back
How bout that, stomp a rib out ur back
Ya'll niggas ain't gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the
When we come da front, stop.

Uh huh, ya'll can't around ya'll get dropped
When guns pop, tellin'
Twin barrel nines and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go home
slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, to death, makes me weak
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, Jungle and shot your block up.

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Them niggas that war before
Don't no war no mo
Now they know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!