[Intro] Blitz
Damn, still out in these motherfuckin projects
Seems like a n***a aingt never gonna get the fuck up outta here
N***as just don't understand the story

[Chorus] Blitz
N***as die for the street glory
Go to trial get tried for each story
And each n***a got a story
In QB the streets call me
So if you see me slipping reach for me
I'm going after street glory
N***as die for the street glory
Go to trial get tried for each story
And each n***a got a story
In QB the streets call me
So if you see me slipping reach for me
I'm going after street glory

[Nas]
Yo
Every time I turn around n***as shot, n***as stabbed
When tonight's pregnant girls strugling to gеt a cab
Fiends lurking, D's searching pat pockets
Kids put to bеd duck they heads from gats popping
Queensbridge slinging hopping our Benzes
Don status, dope-fiends, got sirenges popping out they arm scratching
I remember park jams
Gazelles perfect ways, shell ADIDAS
Smelling reefer way before purple haze
Private stock beer n***as with ill walks like Mark Clare
Hats tilted wild n***as licking shots in the air
Me and Pop was there through the years our names have switched
Aingt nothing changed but the names Nastradamus and Blitz
What project is this? QB Vernon and 10th
12th street murderous pimps, hot as hell's heat
What could you tell me? N***as seen it all in this game
When it's all said and done just remember my name
[Blitz]
All I'm familiar with is dead grass drama black gates and crime
Embryo of the ghetto born face and time
N***as shatter they dreams while I'm chasing mine
Ghetto fame got a fellow's name draped and shine
How do I describe an atmosphere where streets are polluted?
Where corrupt thoughts and new police being recruited
Somehow I make it through the day staying secluded
While the blues aim leaving another slain, executed
Many close calls I see the past grimely
That could've been me, sprawled out on 41st and 10th street
Through all the pap grease and street chases
Sudden raids and confrontations leading the misdeamenor weed cases
I blew smoke through hallway window
Watched the buddah clouds linger
Plucking the blunt roach from my fingers
My eyes flip different shades
Similar to people you meet everyday who be displaying wicked ways
Seeing nothing but another day
In this six story rat trap
The gats clap another n***as blazed
Events in my hood rotate
Like the barrel on the 38 snob in a 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 needing this drug
[Chorus] Blitz