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of a killer, 'cause this is my football field Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads apparel But the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback Every word is like
And we out like that, Keep the gaps cock back "Winchester and Nas, On the rise baby P-R to Q-B, Word up" [Yankee] "P-R, N-Y-C, Winchester Yankee Para
On my thousand dollar mattress It's the world that I live in, Q.B. made me A moms that loved me and a pops that raised me Y'all need to give it up we
football field Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads apparel But the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback Every word is like a sawed-off blast, 'cause
Q-B to V-A, can't count the blocks we own It's locked and sewn I repeat nigga, watch your tone [Chorus] [Timbaland] Yo come see The big man
[Featuring Havoc] [Foxy] Uhh, uh-huh, Firm [Havoc] Infamous [Foxy] The Brook-lyn, Q-be [chorus] [Foxy] My mind is the drama, that got me
niggaz who wan' dance And I got his back like that bitch from "True Romance" S.P. the Mack Milli' Q.B. the Tech Got the money and the power Now
got Joe and then - it's whoa-whoa-whoa [Fat Joe] Yeah, uhh, yo, uhh I gotta be "The Flyest" like my homie from Q-be Niggaz know the Don be
mi baybe ja cie zadowolę Jazdy takiej jak ta nie uczono w szkole Pow chwili będziesz aa krzyczec moje imię B Q L L B qll Na Nie wiesz co to jest
where the burner Never blink a eye, or back down just hold the fort down From Q.B. to Strong Isle, my soldiers running wild, we wyldin' Courtesy
of models and ho's Rappin', all ya'll some rag old bunnies Ready to jump off I'm on the side fondlin' this Marcy Black car be gone, Q.B. bitches ready
(Firm Biz) (Total Package) Niggas know that the game don't stop From the coke game to the dope game, fuck a no-name (B.K., Q.B., uh) That the game
I'm just trying to be me, doing what I got to do So why y'all keep hating on me and my crew? Yo, I'm saying Q.B, look at them and look at you True,
What? Here's another one What? Uh huh uh What? Uh, here's another one Uh huh, uh, uh Live from NYC it's Q.B The heavy weight champ female emcee
spliff, fans wit five in the range And it's, nuthin for me, and shit on your three I'm from Iraq, twenty minutes from Q.B. I aim you, so you should just
What? Here's another one What? Uh huh uh What? Uh, here's another one Uh huh, uh, uh Live from NYC it's Q.B The heavy weight champ female emcee
the wrong word'll get you killed Q.b. Reppin', ain't a thing changed Grown man, see y'all niggas out playin' kid games Twenty-twenty comin', things realer
Critically acclaimed, until my last day Until my heartbeat stops, my flesh goes numb And the last breath leaves my lung, I'll be The big Q.B., the problem
Critically acclaimed, until my last day Until my heartbeat stops, my flesh goes numb And the last breath leaves my lung, I'll be The big Q.B., the problem
alleen met de fam alleen jij redt niet, ya get me Diztortion, Yssi, Q & B Ja dat is een tagteam (a tagteam) Yeah, Woke up, my vision clear Mindset wel als
On my P's and Q's I be steppin' in Jimmy Choo Know she just want the loot You ain't gettin' nothin', you just get the boot I just want her mind
spliff, fans wit five in the range And it's, nuthin for me, and shit on your three I'm from Iraq, twenty minutes from Q.B. I aim you, so you should just
in a chokehold Better take a No-Doze Sleepin' on Kim is a no no (UGH) The capital Q-B, now take it to the E-E I'm bringin' things to light but You
are Kings and Queens And so we dream Baby don't let no one get you Down, down Eaze and Q be them mellow rappers and I'm rather dapper Put me
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