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Q.B. since 1933 to 9 6 Check the shit, 9 6 Escobar 600, 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 An' got the nerve to wonder why they broke While we was gleamin', niggaz was schemin' Seen the ill Beamers beamin' Triple beam an' doublin' cream, had 'em feignin' 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 an' stroke her He came through with two fly bitches, Venus an' 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 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, what up, 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 an' told me the deal He said both hoes'll peel, spray shots an' reload An' 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 Spark the lye, Q.B.C., yo, it's do or die In this business an' trifeness I finesse this for R.D., we chef shit Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up Spark the lye, Q.B.C., yo, it's do or die In this business an' trifeness I finesse this for R.D., we chef shit Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up Hold it right there, pull over That nigga right there, inside the Rover I knew he'd be right here, I told ya Let's get him now, look at him smile, ice Bulova Polo pullover, big links an' rockin boulders He's stuntin', after he left my man like that Without a fair chance to fight back, but I'll be right back He never seen us, Sos' gave the mac to Venus an' Vicious Lookin' delicious, handle yo' bidness An' step to him, shake yo' ass, try to screw him Do what ya gotta do to get to him A tight parasuco with young faces Can turn niggaz Buttafuco, of all ages, they was amused By the way they walked, way they talked Only if they knew these girls'd spray New York If they had to, heard him ask Venus, "Could I have you?" He jumped out a Jeep, heard her tell him, "Don't grab Boo" They started chattin', was only 'bout a minute, flat when They jumped in the back of the Jeep laughin' We followed them pollyin', he thought the hoes were Somalian Probably wanted to hit the Holiday Inn I grabbed the phone an' called the Mobb an' 'em We layed low about a hour or so These bitches movin' too slow We both holdin', what if them wild hoes started foldin'? Sosa said, “Say no more”, we started rollin' Before we got in they must have shot him, security wildin' There the girls go, hurry up, we out in The 940, me, Sosa an' two shorties The punk niggaz got murdered in the orgy Spark the lye, Q.B.C., yo, it's do or die In this business an' trifeness I finesse this for R.D., we chef shit Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up Q.B.C., Queensbridge, motherfucker Ropin' niggaz up 'cause our click is thick Another day, another dollar More money, more murder Fuck this shit, Q.B. up in the house