[Intro]
Yo, yeah, shit is real right now, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Who the nigga? Motherfuckin' Cormega
Queensbridge – that's Q.B.
Uptown, Connecticut, niggas is settin' it
Tone Touch – you just don't give a fuck
What, nigga? Far Rock', Iraq, to Southside
Son, we gon' show these niggas
Yo, yo, what?
[Verse]
Niggas recognize the method I perfected rhymin'
Rappers insecure, verbally I'm jeapordizin'
Check the way that I be exercisin'
My pen work for me for years, it's death-defyin' (Ooh!)
You know the saga, the drama
The Queensbridge Kingpin, 'Mega Montana
To Touch, I pledge allegiance
Drugs sold for many reasons
Some for prestige, others they only way of eatin' (No doubt)
My niggas pray to be in – a better life
We had plans to bag grams and get ahead at night (What?)
I fuck with officialest thugs that hit you wit'
Cop killer dum-dum shit, your whole shit is split
Livin' this life, drippin' in ice (Uh)
Holdin' my position like pimpin', write a composition
Trife, uhh, I'm takin' mines like in Perry Mason times
Any attempt to stop me (Check this) – you wastin' times
I could blaze a nine or infilitrate the line between paper
Rhymes like solidified white rock, shopped in '89
Rhyme for Beemers, Rovers, over-achievers
Hold a heater to them other cultures, who deceive us
Blunted on a Wanted poster with a golden millimeter
You think it ain't real? Check me on my next re-up, BEOTCH!
[Outro]
What, nigga? Who could fuck with this?
What? Hahahah
Mobb Deep, C-N-N, nigga, Shan
Nas, nigga, Poet, Kamikaze, Killa Kid
Nature, what? Q.B. nation, nigga
Back together, haha
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