[Verse 1 - Nas]
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Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
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Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
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Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist
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Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs like dis
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Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time click
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Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk
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How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shifts
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Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
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They handcuff me, they knew my government and alias
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Various calls were made up for awarin' us
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The D's in the marked vans and cabs
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In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
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Turnin' out young lady's and make them make thoughties
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Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out
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Thug babies, famous in they strollers
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Before they walk they knew the hood talk
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It's in the air of New York
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So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up
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Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home
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Fist fight till we grown and these guns come out
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Circle of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.
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[Chorus]
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Yo them niggas that wanted beef before
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Don't want no beef no mo
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Now that they know who I rep with
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QB NIGGA!!!
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Who I rep with
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QB NIGGA!!! (repeat)
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[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
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Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
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Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye
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Now if I say I'm gone get you, I'ma get ya
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On da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit ya
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You find out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
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After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
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Peep how I use words to paint pictures
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Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
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Look my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
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Known for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'
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Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats
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Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
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Two niggas went to see Allah afta they seen her
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This QB shit, bout to take me to da next level
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Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
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It's that real.
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Bravehearts] (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)
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Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck wanna war
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I got a four four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw
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You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout
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Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out
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Smack your man down, you ran off
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I was gonna hit him with two, I left some for you
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I put four, QB rugged and raw
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I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held back gats
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Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it
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Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it
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Forever, whatever whatever get gully
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Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off
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Break ya'll clowns off
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Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
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Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.
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I mastered the art of slap boxin' niggas in da dark
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QB's big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
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I'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of gats
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Testin' macks at your bulletproof vests and hats.
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How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back
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When trucks backfire, I bust back
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How bout that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
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Ya'll niggas ain't gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats
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When we come around da front, stop.
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Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around ya'll get dropped
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When guns pop, who's tellin'
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Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
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Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome
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Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home
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Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deep
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Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak
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Pullin' triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
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Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your block up.
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[Chorus 2]
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Them niggas that wanted war before
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Don't want no war no mo
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Now that they know who I rep wit
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QB NIGGA!!
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Who I rep wit
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QB NIGGA!! (repeat)
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Who U Rep With (Fifty Cent / Nas / Bravehearts )
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| 50 Cent |
