[Intro]
QB, the whole NYC
We gonna bounce to this
To all my n***as (yeah, yeah)
To all the ladies
[Hook]
Sometimes I wonder
Will a n***a go under because of his hunger
This game is risky
If a n***a slips six deep
Will these n***as really miss me?
Dead partners too soon
All these n***as flipping on me
Cause I won't give no loot to 'em
Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I...
[Verse 1: Nas]
Top of the world is what I'm aiming at
These n***as is flaming gats at my circle
I catch you, my first reaction is to hurt you
I'll 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
It's easily told but hard to hear
When n***as finally find out it's real
That's 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
Let's say your brains is V12, put it in drive, let it roam
What color? Might as well make it the 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 k**? Live my life by the gat?
Just when I think I made it out, the street is calling me back
[Hook]
[Verse 2: 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, n***a, 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 n***as on the block get
Try to give you dap just 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 like a few, there's a few that ran
Or you could feed them and lose your hand
What you wanna do?
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 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 used 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 n***a Bing, let your sneakers not be clean
He'll start snapping on you, making a scene
Kept the lye, a cool n***a, 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, never forget you, Harry and Sonia
Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st side of Vernon soldier
T.J. Black better known as k**er, I can't replace you, but in me Havoc will always have a brother, my n***a
My man Will untill we meet again, you hold it up there
I'll hold it down here, I hope you hear my prays clear
[Hook x3]