[Verse 1 - Nas]
Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist
Only wishin` we could bring them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin` wit da old time click
Holdin` nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin` in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they knew my government and alias
Various calls were made up for awarin` us
The D`s in the marked vans and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by ni**as who forty
Turnin` out young lady`s and make them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in they strollers
Before they walk they knew the hood talk
It`s in the air of New York
So everybody`ll pick em up, kissin em up
Treatin` them like they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, it`s kinda deep how we end out.

[Chorus]
Yo them ni**as that wanted beef before
Don`t want no beef no mo
Now that they know who I rep with
QB NI**A!!!
Who I rep with
QB NI**A!!! [repeat]

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
Ya`ll ni**as better sober up before ya`ll speak to me, don`t come at me high
Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I`m gone get you, I`ma get ya
On da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit ya
You find out them ni**as who wit ya ain`t even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to paint pictures
Peep how I got ni**as with bodies askin` me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin` action, by rapidly clappin`
Ni**a I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two ni**as went to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB s**t, bout to take me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
It`s that real.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Bravehearts (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da f**k wanna war
I got a four four, pierce ya`ll ni**as jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout
Hopin` out the Range wit da gun out
Smack your man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him with two, I left some for you
I put four, QB rugged and raw
I got somethin` for these rap cats, fish held back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don`t scheme on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off
Break ya`ll clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don`t give a f**k who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da f**k want it with me.

I mastered the art of slap boxin` ni**as in da dark
QB`s big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
I`m da Sasquash of rap, collector of gats
Testin` macks at your bulletproof vests and hats.

How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back
When trucks backfire, I bust back
How bout that, stomp a muhf**kin` rib out ur back
Ya`ll ni**as ain`t gangsta rap, ya`ll click like Josey and the Pussycats
When we come around da front, stop.

Uh huh, ya`ll can`t f**k around ya`ll get dropped
When guns pop, who`s tellin`
Twin barrel nines wavin` and yellin`, QB NI**A WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome
Send a ni**a back, get da shells, go straight home
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deep
Can`t sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak
Pullin` triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your block up.

[Chorus 2]
Them ni**as that wanted war before
Don`t want no war no mo
Now that they know who I rep wit
QB NI**A!!
Who I rep wit
QB NI**A!! [repeat]