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

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

(Nas)
Top of the world is what I'm at
niggaz is flaming gats at my circle
I catch you, my first is to hurt you
I hit your too, two in your scalp then you out
Your crew is out, blood oozing out
Some caine
Knowing about this murder game
Its easily but hard to hear
When finally find out its real
Thats when they pumps fear
The remains the weak will disappear
My is 20/20, my vocals are crystal clear
911 style sits on your like chrome
Lets say your brains is V12, put it in drive let it
What color? as well make it same as your dome
You need your thoughts together, that means is unknown
As we travel on this road, an infinite path, I get this math
Drop and get intense for this
I be subject 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 first name
Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for chains
Holding dirty guns, the young owe ones
Running wild, niggaz I hell above ground
Live in sin, holding rocks, grin
once I got knocked, it would end
Never
They try to tell me I love my own
The know, they ride my zone
Like the trademark
For isle, yeah you know me now
I'm fake hugs, phoney smiles
Stack profits, you know how the on the block get
Try to you dap to stare at your pockets
Cruise 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 them and lose hand
you wanna do?

(Nas)
Blessing be to the who left us
Transcend into essences
In arms 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 hands
But streetsmart he was a man
I try to understand life's deep
I think of Weewop, Shikeisha both was mad nice 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, making a
the lye, a cool nigga warm heart and stayed fly
You still alive, I see you in your sister's
Are you pa? Or looking 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 of the crimes that NY pigs do
We you, Harry and Sonia
Rest in peace to Marty, a side of Vernon soldier
T.J. Black known as Killer
I replace you, but in me Havoc will always have a brother my nigga

My man till we meet again
You hold it up there, hold it down here
I hope you hear my clear

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