(feat. Havoc) [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 acting 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 feening 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 begging 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 getting down it's going down kid (I got this, I got this) I heard he might not live, I'm holding back tears Told these broads, to put it in gear with two females that don't smile digging they style yo Whattup son, these niggaz done started something wild You know the clique well, Ramel with the gold in his grill Tried to get a name holding 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 P hil' then chill I layed back Escobar status, knowing 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 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 and trifeness We 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 [Nas] 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 and rocking boulders He's stunting, 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 and Vicious, looking delicious, handle yo' bidness and 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 chatting, was only bout a minute, flat when they jumped in the back of the Jeep laughing We followed them pollyin, he thought the hoes were Somalian Probably wanted to hit the Holiday Inn I grabbed the phone and called the Mobb and them We layed low about a hour or so, these bitches moving too slow We both holding, what if them wild hoes started folding? Sosa, said say no more, we started rolling Before we got in they must have shot him, security wilding There the girls go, hurry up we out in the 940, me Sosa and two shorties The punk niggaz got murdered in the orgy [Chorus 1/2] [unknown lady - not credited] 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