QB the whole NYC
We gonna bounce to this
To all my niggaz (yeah, yeah)
All them 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 feet
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 remain the weak will disappear
My words are 20/20, my vocals are crystal clear
911 style sits on your mind like chrome
Lets say your brains are V12, put it in drive let it roam
What color? Might as well make it same as your dome
You need your thoughts together, means destination is unknown
As we travel on this road, an infinite path, I get into this math
Drop and get intense for the cash
Will I be subject to kill, live my life by the 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, old dirty ones
Running wild, nigga 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 they know me now
I'm giving niggaz fake hugs, phoney smiles
Stack profits, you know how niggaz on the block get
Try to give you dap just to stare at your pockets
Crews advance nothing new just the rules of the land
You can't tell if they wolves or lamb
You could fight like a few, there's a few that ran
Or you could feed them and lose your hand, It's on you
What you wanna do?
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(Nas)
Blessings be to the ones who left us
To transcend into spiritual essence
In Allah's arms you rest in
To him we pray for my peeps
Louie, Lloyde, Floyd, Twin and Taiyeh, Mr. Sunny back in the day
Get that money yam, he use to say not only nice with hands
But streetsmarts, 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 rock
They would have went pro but God he only knows why not
Like my nigga Bing, let your sneakers be not clean
You come around, he 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 near by? Or looking on just from a distant place?
My thoroughbreds, Blackhead quiet but real
Expect to see your black jeep come fly over the hill
In the spirit of Richie Luke tribute
Remind the world of the crime that NY pigs do
We miss you, Never forget 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 prayers clear
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