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

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

(Nas)
Top of the is what I'm aiming at
These is flaming gats at my circle
I catch you, my first is to hurt you
I hit your bird too, two in your scalp you out
Your thug crew is out, oozing out
Some caine
Knowing about this murder game
Its easily told but to hear
When finally find out its real
Thats when they pumps fear
The real remains the will disappear
My words is 20/20, my vocals are crystal
911 style sits on mind like chrome
Lets say your is V12, put it in drive let it roam
What color? Might as well it same as your dome
You need your thoughts together, that destination is unknown
As we travel on this road, an infinite path, I get into this
and get intense for this cash
Will I be to kill, live my life by a gat
Just when I think I it out, the street is calling me back

(Nature)
I know a lot of fiends by they name
Living in Queens, a lot of cats stuck for they chains
dirty guns, the young owe dirty ones
Running wild, I raise hell above ground
Live in sin, rocks, benjamin grin
once I got knocked, it would end
Never
try to tell me I don't love my own
The thugs know, they my zone
Like the trademark
For coney isle, you know me now
I'm giving fake hugs, phoney
Stack profits, you how the niggaz on the block get
Try to give you dap to stare at pockets
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 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 for my peeps
Floyd, Twin and Taiyeh, Mr. back in the day
Get the money yam, he use to say not nice with hands
But he was twice a man
I try to understand life's plot
I think of Weewop, Shikeisha they both was mad on the rocks
They could went pro but only God knows why not
Like my nigga Bing, let your not be clean
He'll snapping on you, making a scene
Kept the lye, a cool warm heart and stayed fly
You still alive, I see you in sister's face
Are you pa? Or looking on from a distant place?
My thoroughbreds, Blackhead quiet but
to see your black jeep fly over the hill
In the spirit of Richie Lou
Remind the of the crimes that NY pigs do
We miss you, and Sonia
Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st side of soldier
T.J. Black better known as
I can't replace you, but in me Havoc will always have a brother my

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

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