[Nas] Uhh.. (yeah, yeah, yeah) Q.B. since 1933 (know dat) To nine-six (nine-six motherfucker) Check the shit [Havoc] Nine-six Escobar 600 [Nas] Check the shit My mindset, son got wet, I'm vexed really They snatched off his Rolex, smacked his bitch silly Why niggaz actin illy word to Will he bout to feel it I feel it, he shoulda been dealt wit it Them niggaz sour, they put to much flour in they coke And got the nerve to wonder WHY THEY BROKE While we was gleamin, niggaz was scheamin Seen the ill Beamers beamin Triple-beam and doublin cream, had em feenin To get they fingers on the dosa, I called Sosa Sosa, these niggaz hit the God, bring the toaster Meet me in the 'Bridge I'm bout to go loca Left my 'rat beggin me to stay and stroke her He came through with two fly bitches, Venus and Vicious Wit two macs inside the Volvo, what up God, I'm still sober I need some Henn' to bend me over My nigga Hav got a soldier It's gettin down it's goin down kid (I got this, I got this) I heard he might not live, I'm holdin back tears Told these broads, to put it in gear With two females that don't smile diggin they style yo Whattup son, these niggaz done started somethin wild You know the clique well, Ramel with the gold in his grill Tried to get a name holdin the steel, I paid attention to the females Maintain bitches when it get real Sos' pulled me close and told me the deal He said both hoes'll peel, spray shots and reload And still handle the wheel, point em out smoke a Phil' then chill I layed back Escobar status, knowin The Firm got it cornered We on it, shit we was born wit Chorus: Havoc Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo it's do or die In this, business and trifeness
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