[verse 1 - nas]
hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist
only wishinand' we could bring them back with songs like dis
old flicks on us chillinand' wit da old time click
holdinand' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk
how it use to be, early morn, pumpinand' in shifts
jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
they handcuff me, they knew my government and alias
various calls were made up for awarinand' us
the dand's in the marked vans and cabs
in our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
turninand' out young ladyand's and make them make thoughties
got them coked out, the hood is bugged out
thug babies, famous in they strollers
before they walk they knew the hood talk
itand's in the air of new york
so everybodyand'll pick em up, kissin em up
treatinand' them like they own, in dis hood we call home
fist fight till we grown and these guns come out
circle of life, itand's kinda deep how we end out.
[chorus]
yo them niggas that wanted beef before
donand't want no beef no mo
now that they know who i rep with
qb nigga!!!
who i rep with
qb nigga!!! (repeat)
[verse 2 - 50 cent]
yaand'll niggas better sober up before yaand'll speak to me, donand't come at me high
last rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye
now if i say iand'm gone get you, iand'ma get ya
on da strength of da inf, from long range i can hit ya
you find out them niggas who wit ya ainand't even wit ya
after da gem stars split ya, you need an md to stitch ya
peep how i use words to paint pictures
peep how i got niggas with bodies askinand' me for ten cents to got hit ya
look my name up in the law book, curtis jackson
known for creatinand' action, by rapidly clappinand'
nigga i stay strapped, so much i nickname gats
got a tech i call tina, a nine i name nina
two niggas went to see allah afta they seen her
this qb shit, bout to take me to da next level
next crib, next benz, next bitch, next bezel.
itand's that real.
[chorus]
[verse 3 - bravehearts] (millennium thug, horse, jungle, wiz)
yo, aiyyo, who da fuck wanna war
i got a four four, pierce yaand'll niggas jaw
you see me thugged out, iced out, guinness stout
hopinand' out the range wit da gun out
smack your man down, you ran off
i was gonna hit him with two, i left some for you
i put four, qb rugged and raw
i got somethinand' for these rap cats, fish held back gats
scope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it
shine donand't scheme on it, i make your dream about it
forever, whatever whatever get gully
shots thru your leather and clothe, with your skelly off
break yaand'll clowns off
yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, i donand't give a fuck who you be
millennium thug, now who da fuck want it with me.
I mastered the art of slap boxinand' niggas in da dark
qband's big man, horse of the bravehearts
iand'm da sasquash of rap, collector of gats
testinand' macks at your bulletproof vests and hats.
How bout that, guns bust off, i bust back
when trucks backfire, i bust back
how bout that, stomp a muhfuckinand' rib out ur back
yaand'll niggas ainand't gangsta rap, yaand'll click like josey and the pussycats
when we come around da front, stop.
Uh huh, yaand'll canand't fuck around yaand'll get dropped
when guns pop, whoand's tellinand'
twin barrel nines wavinand' and yellinand', qb nigga what
two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome
send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home
never slip, my +ill will+ to survive is so deep
canand't sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak
pullinand' triggers at my shadow, bravehearts pop up
wiz, jungle and horse shot your block up.
[chorus 2]
them niggas that wanted war before
donand't want no war no mo
now that they know who i rep wit
qb nigga!!
who i rep wit
qb nigga!! (repeat)
