[Nas]
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[Nas]
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Uhh.. (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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Q.B. since 1933 (know dat)
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To nine-six (nine-six motherfucker)
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Check the shit
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[Havoc]
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Nine-six
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Escobar 600
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[Nas]
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Check the shit
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My mindset, son got wet, I'm vexed really
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They snatched off his Rolex, smacked his bitch silly
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Why niggaz actin illy word to Will he bout to feel it
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I feel it, he shoulda been dealt wit it
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Them niggaz sour, they put to much flour in they coke
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And got the nerve to wonder WHY THEY BROKE
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While we was gleamin, niggaz was scheamin
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Seen the ill Beamers beamin
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Triple-beam and doublin cream, had em feenin
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to get they fingers on the dosa, I called Sosa
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Sosa, these niggaz hit the God, bring the toaster
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Meet me in the a¢æ?Bridge I'm bout to go loca
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Left my a¢æ?rat beggin me to stay and stroke her
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He came through with two fly bitches, Venus and Vicious
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wit two macs inside the Volvo, what up God, I'm still sober
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I need some Henn' to bend me over
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My nigga Hav got a soldier
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It's gettin down it's goin down kid (I got this, I got this)
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I heard he might not live, I'm holdin back tears
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Told these broads, to put it in gear
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with two females that don't smile diggin they style yo
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Whattup son, these niggaz done started somethin wild
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You know the clique well, Ramel with the gold in his grill
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Tried to get a name holdin the steel, I paid attention to the females
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Maintain bitches when it get real
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Sos' pulled me close and told me the deal
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He said both hoes'll peel, spray shots and reload
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and still handle the wheel, point em out smoke a Phil' then chill
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I layed back Escobar status, knowin The Firm got it cornered
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We on it, shit we was born wit
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Chorus: Havoc
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Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo it's do or die
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In this, business and trifeness
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I finesse this, for R.D., we chef shit
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Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit
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dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift
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Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up
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Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo it's do or die
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In this, business and trifeness
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We finesse this, for R.D., we chef shit
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Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit
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dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift
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Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up
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[Nas]
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Hold it right there pull over
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That nigga right there inside the Rover
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I knew he'd be right here, I told ya
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Let's get him now, look at him smile, ice Bulova
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Polo pullover, big links and rockin boulders
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He's stuntin, after he left my man like that
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without a fair chance to fight back, BUT I'LL BE RIGHT BACK
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He never seen us, Sos' gave the mac to Venus
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and Vicious, lookin delicious, handle yo' bidness
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and step to him, shake yo' ass try to screw him
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Do what ya gotta do to get to him
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A tight parasuco, with young faces
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can turn niggaz Buttafuco, of all ages, they was amused
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by the way they walked, way they talked
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Only if they knew these girls'd spray New York
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if they had to, heard him ask Venus, a¢æ©«Could I have you?a¢æ?
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He jumped out a Jeep, heard her tell him, a¢æ©«Don't grab Booa¢æ?
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They started chattin, was only bout a minute, flat when
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they jumped in the back of the Jeep laughin
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We followed them pollyin, he thought the hoes were Somalian
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Probably wanted to hit the Holiday Inn
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I grabbed the phone and called the Mobb and them
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We layed low about a hour or so, these bitches movin too slow
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We both holdin, what if them wild hoes started foldin?
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Sosa, said say no more, we started rollin
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Before we got in they must have shot him, security wildin
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There the girls go, hurry up we out in
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the 940, me Sosa and two shorties
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The punk niggaz got murdered in the orgy
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Chorus 1/2
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[unknown lady - not credited]
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Q.B.C.
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QueensBridge motherfucker
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Ropin niggaz up
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Cause our click is thick
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Another day another dollar
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More money, more murder
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Fuck this shit, Q.B. up in the house
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The Set Up / B.O.B.B.Y. Mashup
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