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1. _ Outro
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2. _ Hostyle
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3. _ Moves to Make
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4. _ Where U At
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5. _ My Niggas
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6. _ Torture
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7. _ Fuck Y'all
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8. _ Right Here
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9. _ Take It There
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10. _ Said It Be 4
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11. _ F.A.Y.B.A.N.
"From the underground" (Scrathed by DJ Premier)
Fuck all y'all bitches ass niggas from my heart
Everybody talkin shit but nobody want to start
Straight for QB, original shit starter
Welcome me back like Carter
My three pound semi-revolver
Make you part of the pavement quickly
Layin there pool of blood ?? and graved in
Your forehead, your crew came but they all dead
They in the meat market chillin with the boars head
Straight up and down I'm here to kncok you out the box
Word to my pops, sell records like I sold rocks
y'all bitch ass niggas I'll meet you at the top
Don't try to give me no love 'cause my shits blazin hot
Smack you with the mack, give you a speed knot
It be in the Source next issue, sayin why I dissed you
Punk motherfuckers, y'all don't want the ruckus
So called tough guys, I despise ya lies
I see it in ya eyes, you pussy and you frontin
Niggas smack ya moms you won't even do nothing
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where my thugs at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where the money at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where my thug chicks?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (?Word uuuuuppppp?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas, who want it?
Just say something so I can spray something
I seen 'em in they videos, with them silly hoes
Actin like they boning 'em, they don't even be knowin 'em
I'm ready to smack the dog shit out of 'em
I don't give a fuck if they going plat'num
My rhyme flat'num like a ton of bricks
And my duns roll, pullin out all type of shit
'Bout time I flip, y'all niggas been livin good
Niggas gettin paid to say "fuck the hood"
No its fuck you bitch ass nigga, ya heard?
If they get robbed and murdered, they deserve it
Fuck 'em, with no grease I hate 'em like I hate the po-lice
If I get the chance I'll crash they dome piece
You pink panty wearin pussy fuckin coward
All of the sudden all y'all niggas bout it bout it
Niggas ain't even tryin cop no brick
Ain't even tryin worry about the cops and shit
Niggas need to stop they shit, before they get slave whipped
Niggas from the projects don't want to hear that fake shit
Come with what you got to come with
And stop actin like a little bitch
Screwball drops the illest shit
that's blessed the streets and all my sons
And for the rest of y'all niggas
>From the top of my lungs, I scream
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where my thugs at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where the money at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where my thug chicks?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (?Word uuuuuppppp?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where the Bridge at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where 43rd at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Screwball what)
Fuck all y'all BITCH ASS NIGGAZ
Word
QB shit (what?)
What, motherfucker
What, yeah
Screwball, Big Poet
Representin QB, knowhasayin?
Underground represent forever (forever)
'cause them niggas like Primo (yeah)
Not none of y'all bitch ass niggas (bitch ass niggas)
Fuck 'em (its QB forever nigga)
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12. _ Too High Too Low
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13. _ New Memeber Interlude
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14. _ Brown Paper Bag
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15. _ Seen It All
"Basically over, basically over, basically over"--Raekwon (Scratched my Primo)
The games over, feds took your Range Rover
Your man snitched and your girl's screaming "I told ya"
About those over the shoulder boulders that you be having
Niggas smile in ya face, behind yo' back they back-stabbing
Laughing, talkin 'bout all ya business
How much you got to score with, to niggas you went to war with
How many guns you got, and where you go to cop
You shoulda seen me coming down the block
You was gettin hot, but you didn't give a fuck
You make a G in a day and spend it up
In a black Benz tinted up, pound of weed twist it up
Henny pourin out ya cup, livin it up
?Daddy Warbuck? style
Chours: repeat x2
I watched niggas rise, I watched niggas fall down (Fall down)
I seen it all, it went down in my town (Where, where?)
Called Queensbridge, where the fugitives live
Where some rap kids (Rap kids) can turn to big wigs (Big wigs)
My niggas rollin dice and fled
Braggin to the nigga with the slice in his head
Now there's a price on his head
For pullin out on Lil Bro
Flashin his heat, he askin for beef
Conference call, ready to brawl
Caught him on a Blaz'a
He breathing hard like he got asthma
Choice words he spoke, headed for disaster
Last to the gramma I spit
Told him "Fuck you and whoever you get"
He's like "Whatever kid"
Fourteen days later
Whole team made they way to my block
Young bucks with guns tucked and cocked
Like they runnin the spot
I'm'a load one bullet for all of y'all
You saw it on my face, war ready
I'm callin the pace, its gettin more steady
Don't bite what you can't chew
Dumb little niggas like "That ain't'choo"
Yo, recognize what it coulda came to
Put a whole in you, just like a navel
Chorus
Now keeps your eyes on
Screwball, these rap dons, QB icons
Play the project with a firearm
Fully loaded, I keep a razor that's coroded
I'll slash you with it, 'cause every rhyme is crime committed
Speak it 'cause I did it before, I got on
I ?dub? niggas moms up til they first born
Til they only child, you pull car you'll get a wild
One, I'm at the bottom of the struggle tryin to rise son
A wise one, step ahead, keep my fam fed
Broke bread off this game and I held my head
You want details, then lets negotiate crack sales
New guns that's watched the game, clientale
Yo we rock well, we keep our name ringin bells
>From this mic to the street life, we doin this right
See we swore to these streets to vibe
And draw heat, fuck a peace sign
A waste of time, respect my nine
Chorus
What'choo thought
Screw holdin down th fort
Primo on the track
What'chall want now
Its like dat
Feel it for a minute
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16. _ Celebrity Stick Up
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17. _ U Know We Keep It
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