QB the whole NYC We gonna bounce to this To all my niggaz (yeah, yeah) All them Ladies
Chorus: 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