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[Nas] Had talked to the rich ones who flash and floss pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north reminisce on the deceased who no longer exsist only wishin we could bring em back with songls like this old flicks of us chillin with the old time cliques hold the nine start some death not our lives we risk how it used to be, early morn pumpin in shifts jakes with pale faces and the night is the scariest they handcuffed me, they knew my government and alias various calls were made up for awarin us the deeds in the marked vans and cabs in our land hood rats get stabbed by niggas who forty turnin out young ladies and makin athourity(?) got em coked out the hood is bugged out thug babies famous in they strollers before they walked they knew the hood talk its in the air of New York so everybody would pick em up, kissin em up treatin em like they own, in this hood we call home fist fight till we grown, then these guns come out cirlce of life, its kinda deep how we turn out [50 Cent] (chorus) Ay yo them niggas that wanted beef before don't want no beef no more now that they know who i rep with (QB nigga) who i rep with (QB nigga) yo them niggas that wanted beef before don't want no beef no more now that they know who i rep with (QB nigga) who i rep with (QB nigga) [50 Cent] Y'all niggas better sober up before you speek to me don't come at me high last rapper that raised his voice at me got jacked in the eye now if i say i'm gonna get ya i'ma get ya on the strip in the infinite at long range i can hit ya you find out them niggas that witchya ain't even witchya after the gem start splittin you need an md to stitch ya peep how i use words to paint pictures peep how i got niggas with bodies askin me for 10 cent to go hit ya look my name up in the law book: Curtis Jackson known for creatin action, by rapidly clappin nigga i stay strapped, so much i nick-name gats got a teh i call Tina/ a nine i name Nina two niggas went to see a loft an they seen her this QB shit bout to take me to the next level next crib, next benz, next bitch, next bezzle its that real (chorus) [Bravehearts] Ay yo who the fuck wanna war? i gotta four-four penetrate y'all niggas jaw you see me thugged out, iced out, gettin style hopin out the range with the gun out smack your man down you ran off i was gonna hit em with two, left some for you i put four, QB rugged and raw i got sumthin for the rap cats fish tailed back gats scope with a beam on it loaded put your cream on it shine on scheme on it i make em dream about it for ever whatever whatever get gullied, shots through your leather and cloth when you scurry off, wake y'all clowns up yo hollow tips will fight yo jacket i don't give a fuck who you be millennium thug, now who the fuck wanted beef? I master the art of slap boxin niggas in the dark QB's big man horse of the braveheart i'm the sasquatch of rap collector of gats test the macs on your bullet proof vests and hats how bout that guns bust off i bust back when trucks backfire i bust back how bout that? stomp a mutha fuckin rib out your back y'all niggas ain't gansta rap your clique like josie and the pussy cats when we come around the front stop y'all can't fuck around you'll get dropped when guns pop, whos tellin? twin barrel nines wavin and yellin QB nigga what? two time fellon straight for the mellon, straight for the dome send a nigga back, get the shells, go straight home never slip, my ill will to survive is so deep can't sleep cause of the death, makes me week pullin triggers at my shadows bravehearts pop up Wheres Jungle and Horse shot yo block up (chorus)