QB the whole NYC   We gonna bounce to this   To all my niggaz (yeah, yeah)   To all the ladies      Chorus:   Sometimes I wonder   Will a nigga go under because of his hunger   This game is risky   If a nigga slips six deep   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 remains the weak will disappear   My words is 20/20, my vocals are crystal clear   911 style sits on your mind like chrome   Lets say your brains is V12, put it in drive let it roam   What color? Might as well make it 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 kill, live my life by a gat   Just when I think I made it out, the street is calling me back      Chorus:      (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, niggaz 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 niggaz on the block get   Try to give you dap 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 a few, there's a few that ran   Or you could feed them and lose your hand   What you wanna do?      Chorus:      (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 use 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 nigga Bing, let your sneakers not be clean   He'll 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 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, 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 prays clear      Chorus:   Repeats 3x