QB the whole NYCWe gonna bounce to thisTo all my niggaz (yeah, yeah)To all the ladiesChorus:Sometimes I wonderWill a nigga go under because of his hungerThis game is riskyIf a nigga slips six deepWill these niggaz really miss meDead partners too soonAll these niggaz flipping on meCause I won't give no loot to themSometimes I wonderSometimes I...(Nas)Top of the world is what I'm aiming atThese niggaz is flaming gats at my circleI catch you, my first reaction is to hurt youI hit your bird too, two in your scalp then you outYour thug crew is out, blood oozing outSome serving caineKnowing nothing about this murder gameIts easily told but hard to hearWhen niggaz finally find out its realThats when they heart pumps fearThe real remains the weak will disappearMy words is 20/20, my vocals are crystal clear911 style sits on your mind like chromeLets say your brains is V12, put it in drive let it roamWhat color? Might as well make it same as your domeYou need your thoughts together, that means destination is unknownAs we travel on this road, an infinite path, I get into this mathDrop and get intense for this cashWill I be subject to kill, live my life by a gatJust when I think I made it out, the street is calling me backChorus:(Nature)I know a lot of fiends by they first nameLiving in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for they chainsHolding dirty guns, the young owe dirty onesRunning wild, niggaz I raise hell above groundLive in sin, holding rocks, benjamin grinFigure once I got knocked, it would endNever thatThey try to tell me I don't love my ownThe thugs know, they ride my zoneLike the cyclone trademarkFor coney isle, yeah you know me nowI'm giving fake hugs, phoney smilesStack profits, you know how the niggaz on the block getTry to give you dap to stare at your pocketsCruise advance nothing new just the rules of the landYou could tell if they wolves or lambYou could fight a few, there's a few that ranOr you could feed them and lose your handWhat you wanna do?Chorus:(Nas)Blessing be to the ones who left usTranscend into spiritual essencesIn Allah's arms you rest inTo him we pray for my peepsFloyd, Twin and Taiyeh, Mr. Sunny back in the dayGet the money yam, he use to say not only nice with handsBut streetsmart he was twice a manI try to understand life's deep plotI think of Weewop, Shikeisha they both was mad nice on the rocksThey could have went pro but only God knows why notLike my nigga Bing, let your sneakers not be cleanHe'll start snapping on you, making a sceneKept the lye, a cool nigga warm heart and stayed flyYou still alive, I see you in your sister's faceAre you there pa? Or looking on from a distant place?My thoroughbreds, Blackhead quiet but realExpect to see your black jeep fly over the hillIn the spirit of Richie Lou tributeRemind the world of the crimes that NY pigs doWe miss you, Harry and SoniaRest in peace to Marty, a 41st side of Vernon soldierT.J. Black better known as KillerI can't replace you, but in me Havoc will always have a brother my niggaMy man Will till we meet againYou hold it up there, I'll hold it down hereI hope you hear my prays clearChorus:Repeats 3x