QB the whole NYC

We gonna bounce to this

To all my niggaz (yeah yeah)

To all the ladies



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Sometimes I wonder

Will a nigga go under because of his hunger

This game is risky

If a nigga slips six deep

Will these niggaz really miss me

Dead partners too soon

All these niggaz flipping on me

Cause I won't give no loot to them

Sometimes I wonder

Sometimes I...



(Nas)

Top of the world is what I'm aiming at

These niggaz is flaming gats at my circle

I catch you, my first reaction is to hurt you

I hit your bird too, two in your scalp then you out

Your thug crew is out, blood oozing out

Some serving caine

Knowing nothing about this murder game

Its easily told but hard to hear

When niggaz finally find out its real

Thats when they heart pumps fear

The real remains the weak will disappear

My words is 20/20, my vocals are crystal clear

911 style sits on your mind like chrome

Lets say your brains is V12, put it in drive let it roam

What color? Might as well make it same as your dome

You need your thoughts together, that means destination is unknown

As we travel on this road, an infinite path, I get into this math

Drop and get intense for this cash

Will I be subject to kill, live my life by a gat

Just when I think I made it out, the street is calling me back



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(Nature)

I know a lot of fiends by they first name

Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for they chains

Holding dirty guns, the young owe dirty ones

Running wild, niggaz I raise hell above ground

Live in sin, holding rocks, benjamin grin

Figure once I got knocked, it would end

Never that

They try to tell me I don't love my own

The thugs know, they ride my zone

Like the cyclone trademark

For coney isle, yeah you know me now

I'm giving fake hugs, phoney smiles

Stack profits, you know how the niggaz on the block get

Try to give you dap to stare at your pockets

Cruise advance nothing new just the rules of the land

You could tell if they wolves or lamb

You could fight a few, there's a few that ran

Or you could feed them and lose your hand

What you wanna do?



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(Nas)

Blessing be to the ones who left us

Transcend into spiritual essences

In Allah's arms you rest in

To him we pray for my peeps

Floyd, Twin and Taiyeh, Mr. Sunny back in the day

Get the money yam, he use to say not only nice with hands

But streetsmart he was twice a man

I try to understand life's deep plot

I think of Weewop, Shikeisha they both was mad nice on the rocks

They could have went pro but only God knows why not

Like my nigga Bing, let your sneakers not be clean

He'll start snapping on you, making a scene

Kept the lye, a cool nigga warm heart and stayed fly

You still alive, I see you in your sister's face

Are you there pa? Or looking on from a distant place?

My thoroughbreds, Blackhead quiet but real

Expect to see your black jeep fly over the hill

In the spirit of Richie Lou tribute

Remind the world of the crimes that NY pigs do

We miss you, Harry and Sonia

Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st side of Vernon soldier

T.J. Black better known as Killer

I can't replace you, but in me Havoc will always have a brother my nigga



My man Will till we meet again

You hold it up there, I'll hold it down here

I hope you hear my prays clear



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