50 Cent

[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 wishin we could bring them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin wit da old time click
Holdin nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin 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 awarin us
The Ds in the marked vans and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin out young ladys 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
Its in the air of New York
So everybodyll pick em up, kissin em up
Treatin them like they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, its kinda deep how we end out.
[Chorus]
Yo them niggas that wanted beef before
Dont 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]
Yall niggas better sober up before yall speak to me, dont come at me high
Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say Im gone get you, Ima get ya
On da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya aint 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 askin me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin action, by rapidly clappin
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.
Its that real.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Bravehearts] (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)
Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck wanna war
I got a four four, pierce yall niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout
Hopin 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 somethin for these rap cats, fish held back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine dont 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 yall clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I dont give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.
I mastered the art of slap boxin niggas in da dark
QBs big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
Im da Sasquash of rap, collector of gats
Testin 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 muhfuckin rib out ur back
Yall niggas aint gangsta rap, yall click like Josey and the Pussycats
When we come around da front, stop.
Uh huh, yall cant fuck around yall get dropped
When guns pop, whos tellin
Twin barrel nines wavin and yellin, 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
Cant sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak
Pullin triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your block up.
[Chorus 2]
Them niggas that wanted war before
Dont want no war no mo
Now that they know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! (repeat)
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