Nas:
Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done
Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son
Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen
I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending
The bullet goes back in the gun
The bullet hole's closin this chest of a nigga
Now he back to square one
Screamin, "shoot don't please"
I put my fifth back on my hip
It's like a vcr rewindin a hit
He put his hands back on his bitch
My caravan doors open up
I jumped back in the van and closed it shut
Goin reverse, slowly prepared
My nigga jungle utters out somethin crazy like, "go he there"
Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a cigar
We listen to stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records backwards of ac/dc
I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first
Back upstairs, took off the black shirt
I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
The voice on the phone was like, "outside right we"
So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat
Bullets i had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya
'cause jungle said, "block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone, then the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed thinkin 'bout this pretty young thing
Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
I told her, "no hell"
She talkin 'bout, "me kiss"
Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick
Started suckin with no hands, a whole lotta spit
Then got up and put her bra back on her tits
Got fully dressed and told me, "stressed really i'm"
Picked up her gucci bag and left her nigga behind
Walkin through the door, she rang the bell twice
I vomited vodka back in my glass with juice and ice
The clock went back from three, to two, to one
And that's about the time the story begun
That's when i first heard the voicemail on the cell
It said, "son we found that nigga we gotta kill"


Skiddz:
Takin time-outs like i was in preschool classes
checkin out bitches, classifyin asses
goin for the chick lookin sweeter then mollasses
vision became blurry, like rockin contacts wit some glasses
the kid down the street crowded at me for suffocation
if we ain't family nigga, then theres no relation
see the problem is the fakesters wanting to shoot
niggas like that, make me laugh like watchin comic view
no racism,no hate,and no biased views
because when shootin niggas gotta leave early, like i got curfew
im mean nigga, if you don't give to eat
if im pissed i'll throw you through dried concrete
so then you'll know,what its like to be a part of the street
and your a fake junior,like a robber without a gun
becuase you heard the click,but not the spark, so just run
you took a step, now you'll regret,fuckin with a vet
and you should rock turtle-necks, for an extension of ya vest
and if by chance i miss im hittin both ya legs
you ain't runnin no where now, so let me aim for ya head.....


[Havoc]
If you was an out-of-towner, had to know somebody wit strength
You know the drill, shit was real, fuck around, got killed
You know the Hill breed of thugs, death to those that squeal
Squeezin them slugs, one love to thugs that died in the field
So many names don't got time to spit em, but through my rhymes they livin
We the Bridge through tracks I'm givin
Never lose sight, 41st Side's my life
The 40th Side of life, dunn we keepin it tight

[Cormega]
Yo it ain't just the music
Group aspirations or ghetto illustions
It's the product, east side, and all the beautiful children
And unleashed dreams comin through each building
If you sleep, you better wake up as you see
Mega more mature, I'm on a record wit Nature
Mind on my paper, nine in my waist
There's no denyin the greatness
Queensbridge, never try to disgrace it

[Millennium Thug]
Aiyyo the Queensbridge associations breeds similarity
Bricked up, chipped off rocked out salaries
Pull out long guns, pop out casualities
It's like I gotta see a thug nigga ill as me
The Ill Will in me, I rep that willingly
Step back enemies, death tracks feelin me
Six blocks, losin my mind
Runnin from D's
These P's got me usin my nine, I pop off

[Nature]
Y'all know the place where stars is from
Every night it sparks off and the crowds'll run
We leave chicks strippin over strollers (Slippin Sova)
In Queens, you be the victim till you get to know us
Your hood's bogus, my hood be keepin it crunk
So much be jumpin off I ain't sleep in a month
Y'all can play the front line, I be deep in the cut
Drive through, you can't peep it enough
You in the Bridge nigga

[Capone]
You must pay homage to my projects
We thorough to the end
Only jail and death divide us
From rap to the crack suppliers
Out-of-towners get knocked off
We regualte blocks laws
I had the hood like Watts flooded wit cop force
QB to the cracks in the pavement
Mister Everything that ? pool for stacks in a basement
Niggas understand the drama we bring
The legacy, dynasty upholding the ring where QB is king, what!

[Tragedy]
Yo for you I take a fifth to the head till I url
Boomerang dunn, QB bust they gun
Keep them PC niggas on the run, one
Mahti specialist, 2-5 the nemesis
The last verse, "T.O.N.Y." remember this
Resurrect through the birth of my seed, crime genetic
You synthetic, your gangsta's cosmetic
I move niggas telekinetic, who wanna set it

[Prodigy]
Yo yo move...
Me and my dogs comin through
We the grain, go against us you feel pain
Get ranked on, we beat niggas numb
These niggas is dumb, you can't resist my dunns
2001 we still thump, the fuck happened to ya'll?
We like that snowball, goin downhill
We get large, you get bullets lodged
In your jaw, your ribs, your arms
We party hard, at the bar
Buyin bottles of overpriced styles and Remy Mar
The Head Niggas In Charge
We number one, QB there's no competition
Infamous Records, Bars and Hooks listen
Littles, Noyd, and Mega
We independent, dunn we Infamous Mobbin
G.O.D., Nitty and Twin in
The Ill Will Bravehearts, L.E.S. millennium

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haha this is a fantasy lineup,lol holla back

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uppin this shit

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hot as lineup alright fa real kid ur verse was nice no doubt,of course puttin ya shit up against those cats i dont think ur tryin to stand out but blend in with some of the nicest mc's.do ur thing dog,uppin.1

aight still uppin

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This was Ill Fam........I was feelin ur verse to da fullest.........But u should refrain from doin these types of collab......Where u use other rappers song and u just add ur verse in there....Thats weak....Just my honest opinion Fam