Street Glory Blitz (Pop) (Ft. Nas)

[Intro: Pop]
Uhh, still out in these motherfuckin' projects
Seems like a nigga ain't never gonna get the fuck up outta here
Niggas just don't understand the story

[Chorus: Pop]
Niggas die (Yeah) for the street glory
Go to trial get tried for each story
And each nigga got a story (Uh)
And QB the streets call me (Call me)
So if you see me slippin' reach for me (Yeah)
I'm goin' after street glory
Niggas 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 (Call me)
So if you see me slippin' reach for me
I'm goin' after street glory

[Verse 1: Nas]
Yo, every time I turn around niggas shot, niggas stabbed
When tonight's pregnant girls struggling to get a cab
Fiends lurkin', D's searchin', pat pockets
Kids put to bed duck they heads from gats poppin'
Queensbridge slingers hoppin' out Benzes, Don status
Dope fiends got syringes, poppin' out their arm scratching
I remember park jams, gazelles, perfect wave, shell Adidas
Smellin' reefer way before purple haze
Private stock peer nigga with ill walks like Mark Clare
Hats tilted wild niggas 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, Vernon and 10th
12th street murderous pimps, hot as hell's heat
What could you tell me? Nigga's seen it all in this game
When it's all said and done, just remember my name