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QB the whole NYC We gon' bounce to this (waddup, my niggas) Big Nas All the ladies (what?) Sometimes I wonder Will a nigga go under because of his hunger? This game is risky If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me? Dead partners too soon All these niggas flipping on me 'cause I won't give no loot to 'em Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I Top of the world is what I'm aiming at These niggas 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 It's easily told but hard to hear When niggas 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 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 the cash Will I be subject to kill? Live my life by the gat Just when I think I made it out, the street is calling me back, what? Sometimes I wonder Will a nigga go under because of his hunger? This game is risky If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me? Dead partners too soon All these niggas flipping on me 'cause I won't give no loot to 'em Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I (yo, yo, yo, yo) I know a lot of fiends by their first name Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for they chains Holding dirty guns, the young owe dirty ones Running wild, nigga, I raise hell above ground Live in sin, holding rocks, Benjamin Grimm 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, they know me now I'm giving niggas fake hugs, phony smiles Stack profits, you know how the niggas on the block get Try to give you dap just to stare at your pockets Crews advance, nothing new, just the rules of the land You can't tell if they wolves or lamb (uh, word) 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? Sometimes I wonder (sometimes I wonder) Will a nigga go under because of his hunger? (This is crazy) This game is risky If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me? Dead partners too soon All these niggas flipping on me 'cause I won't give no loot to 'em Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I Blessings be to the ones who left us To transcend into spiritual essence, in Allah's arms you restin' To Him we pray for my peeps Louie Lloyd Floyd, Twin and Taiyeh, Mr. Sonny back in the day "Get that money, yam," he used to say Not only nice with hands but street smarts, 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 rock They woulda went pro, but only God, he only knows why not Like my nigga Bing, let your sneakers be not clean You come around, he start snappin' on you, makin' a scene Kept the lye, cool nigga, warm heart, and stayed fly You still alive, I see you in your sister's face Are you nearby or lookin' on, just from a distant place? My thoroughbreds, Black Ed, quiet but real Expect to see your black Jeep come fly over the hill In the spirit of Richie Lou, tribute Remind the world of the crime 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 Killer I can't replace you, but in me Havoc will always have a brother, my nigga My man Will, until we meet again You hold it up there, I'll hold it down here I hope y'all hear my prayers clear Sometimes I wonder Will a nigga go under because of his hunger? (It's crazy) This game is risky If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me? Dead partners too soon All these niggas flippin' on me 'cause I won't give no loot to 'em Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I Rest in peace to my grandfathers, Papa Charlie (Will a nigga go under because of his hunger?) Rest in peace to my man's Horse pops, nam'sayin'? One love (If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me?) Can't forget Nana, my man LES grandmom, nam'sayin'? (All these niggas flippin' on me 'cause I won't give no loot to 'em) They still wit' us, though, I wonder where they at? (Sometimes I) how near, how far? Sometimes I wonder (What?) Will a nigga go under because of his hunger? (Can't go under) This game is risky If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me?
Writer(s): Jean Claude Olivier, Samuel J. Barnes, Nasir Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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