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    Uhh, still out in these motherfuckin projects
    Still a nigga ain't never gonna get the fuck up outta here
    Niggaz just don't understand the story

    [Chorus: Pop]
    Niggaz die for the street glory
    Go to trial get tried for each story
    And each nigga got a story
    And QB the streets call me
    So if you see me slippin' reach for me
    I'm goin' after street glory
    Go to trial get tried for each story
    And each nigga got a story
    And QB the streets call me
    So if you see me slippin' reach for me
    I'm goin' after street glory

    Every time I turn around niggaz shot, niggaz stabbed
    When tonight's pregnant girls strugling to get a cab
    Fiends lurkin', D's searchin' pat pockets
    Kids put to bed duck they heads from gas poppin'
    Queensbridge slingin' hoppin' our benches
    Don status, throw feeds, got sirenges
    Poppin' out they arm scratched
    Now remember parked (???)
    Cuz' else perfect ways, shell adidas
    Smellin' reefer way before purple haze
    Private stock peer nigga with ill walks like Mark Clare
    Has tilted wild niggaz lickin' shots in the air
    Me and Pop was there through the years our names have switched
    Ain't nothin' changed but the names Nastradamus and Blitz
    What project is this? QB burnin' in tint
    12th street murderous pimps, hot as hell's heat
    What could you tell me? Niggas seen it all in this game
    When it's all said and done just remember our name

    I'm familiar with the dead grass drama black gates and crime
    Embryo of the ghetto born face and time
    Niggas shatter they dreams while I'm chasing mine
    Ghetto fame got a fellow's name draped and shined
    How do I describe an atmosphere where streets are polluted?
    Where corruptors and new police being recruited
    Somehow I make it through the day stayin' secluded
    While the blues aim leavin' another slain, executed
    Many thought's cause I see the past grimmly
    That could've been me, explodes out on 41st and 10th street
    Through all the pap grease and street chases
    Sudden raids and confrontations leadin the misdeamenor weed cases
    I blew smoke through hallway window
    Watched the buddah clouds lingo
    Pluckin the blunt brokes from my fingers
    My eyes flip different shades
    Similar to people you meet everyday who be displayin' wicked ways
    Seein' nothing but another day
    In this six story rat trap
    Them gats clap another nigga's blazed
    Events in my hood rotate
    Like the battle on the 38 snob in the world of fake love
    Before I blaze son, I'm kissing the slugs
    Coming at you kisses and hugs
    When death calls who's really a thug
    The street glory got me deeply in love
    Can't shake it, can't take it, can't make it
    Got me needin' this drug


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