[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 niggas 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 niggas that wanted beef before
  Don't want no beef no mo
  Now that they know who I rep with
  QB NIGGA!!!
  Who I rep with
  QB NIGGA!!! [repeat]
    [Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
  Ya'll niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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'
  Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats
  Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
  Two niggas went to see Allah afta they seen her
  This QB shit, 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 fuck wanna war
  I got a four four, pierce ya'll niggas 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 fuck who you be
  Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.
    I mastered the art of slap boxin' niggas 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 muhfuckin' rib out ur back
  Ya'll niggas 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 fuck around ya'll get dropped
  When guns pop, who's tellin'
  Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
  Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome
  Send a nigga 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 niggas that wanted war before
  Don't want no war no mo
  Now that they know who I rep wit
  QB NIGGA!!
  Who I rep wit
  QB NIGGA!! [repeat]