The Reunion
[Intro: Q-Ball]
Yeah, yo it's the reunion right here, uh-huh
It's the [?]-wearing rat bastard: Q dash B, uh-huh
If you ask me, uh-huh
Yeah, it's the big beatmaker, Benz whippa
Big baller, all is well: Curt Cazal
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, yo, It's the thrilla in Manila, MC cold killa: B-Luv, uh-huh
It's the reunion right here, uh-huh

[Verse 1: Q-Ball]
Yo, check it out now, you like
You like 24/7, I'm like 25/8
You motherfuckas want to eat? Don't come near my plate
'Cause like any trapped dog in the corner, I do bite
It's cold at the coroner, your heart too tight
QNC tonight, I mangle competition
I shit on every floor, you ain't got a pot to piss in
Sleep on me, bring your blanket and your mattress
Faces in the mirror just makes you an actress
I've been in the game, you could call me a veteran
You rookies make me sick and they don't even make a medicine
I wanna take a backseat, you drivin' erratic
I write a verse and call Curt 'cause I start to panic
What if there was only you and no more of us?
You ringtone rappers; inglorious
Bastards like [?], roamin' like nomads
You wanna write a hot verse? Take out your notepads
[Verse 2: Curt Cazal]
From Peru to the pulpit, we fire just like a full clip
Everything in between is pure bullshit
What rappers be saying to it, I ain't relatin'
If I don't like, I don't like it
But that don't mean that I'm hatin'
Common said it best and I'll reiterate the concept
You cats ain't the bomb, ain't even a fuckin' bomb threat
QNC be [?] spot
Just like bustin' these wannabes trying to be hot just like us
Now all of the [?] wanna sound like we
But [?] these styles don't come free
Deep dish on the truck, stocks on the Z
They say "Curt, you might quit", but it's not likely
Went to universe-I-T, but I don't know why
I know I'm New York, I know I'm hip-hop, [?]
I know half the cats that's spittin', they all lie
I know all this money we gettin' is all right

[Verse 3: B-Luv]
Check it, catch a nasty stitch from a nigga like me