Uhh, still out in these motherfuckin' projects
Niggaz just don't understand the story
Still a nigga ain't never gonna get the fuck up outta here

Niggaz die for the street glory, go to trial get tried for each story
And each nigga got a story, so if you see me slippin' reach for me
And QB the streets call me, I'm goin' after street glory
And each nigga got a story and QB the streets call me
Go to trial get tried for each story, so if you see me slippin' reach for me
I'm goin' after street glory

Yo, every time I turn around niggaz shot, niggaz stabbed
When tonight's pregnant girls struggling to get a ca
Queensbridge slingin' hoppin' our benches
Fiends lurkin', D's searchin' pat pockets

Kids put to bed duck they heads from gas poppin'
Don status, throw feeds, got syringes
Poppin' out they arm scratched
Cuz' else perfect ways, shell Adidas

Now remember parked [unverified]
Private stock peer nigga with ill walks like Mark Clare
Smellin' reefer way before purple haze
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
Embryo of the ghetto born face and time
I'm familiar with the dead grass drama black gates and crime

Ghetto fame got a fellow's name draped and shined
Niggas shatter they dreams while I'm chasing mine
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

Sudden raids and confrontations leadin' the misdeamenor weed cases
Through all the pap grease and street chases
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
Can't shake it, can't take it, can't make it
The street glory got me deeply in love, got me needin' this drug

Niggaz die for the street glory, go to trial get tried for each story
And each nigga got a story, so if you see me slippin' reach for me
And QB the streets call me, I'm goin' after street glory
And each nigga got a story and QB the streets call me
Go to trial get tried for each story, so if you see me slippin' reach for me
I'm goin' after street glory