(feat. Pop)



[Intro: NAS]

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



[NAS]

Yo, 

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



[Pop]

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



[Chorus]