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[talking] Uh yea, yea, yea Let's Go Niggas [laugh] C'mon nigga, C'mon nigga [Chorus 2x] I be dippin in the twilight, wit gangstas, Smocking weed up in my ride life the same stuff, its still a bitch living like I'm rich bang broads call me Mr. International ghetto stars [Verse 1] Yo' I talk like a champion,walk like a champion, body like a god, and I promise that Nas will hit you off, flow like a gangsta, blum bum bum bum bum bustin like dummies, so mami you come and lick it off, I stay right, purple haze'd outfit stay on my ? blood stay in my mouf, ? laid out tequila sunrise and five 6's surprise bitches Nas from the trenches, hot as he survived This is ?, here for good, Rep fo' my thugs, plumper than last summer, stomach stretched from the grub, good living, good women I fuck wit straight stallions, bowleg stances go 'head handsome, but they all scream my cars lean, hit up, every state,town, city wit my braveheart team, pretty face, round tits and ass, stay my queen, keep a burner in the trunk, ate all fifteen [chorus 2x] [Verse 2] Yo' if you see me on MTV, don't forget I'm the same nigga from QB Sittin on the block, Hungary & starving Imagining performin' at Madison Square Garden or Radio City, in New York City Bring the whole hood wit me, gallons of henny My homie got shot right befo' my eyes, I got shot too, but I survived I was just a teenager, never had a pager always had flavor, chasing that paper I need them diamonds, them new clothes Pretty hoes, that Bently Coupe all red like a rose and everybody knows, my gun goes off in the west coast, dirty south, and up north Jungle the boss, a natural born hustler I despise suckers, ya punk motherfuckers! [chorus 2x] [Verse 3] Nigga I'm high wit high hopes fuck the bullshit, stand up in front of that You get the full clip, I'll beat a nigga senseless His skin is missing, listen, my knockouts is six So serious, bang wit a "b" on my chest You all niggas is bitches, ya touch me and I'm pull in ya dress from stitches to stitchin' I hate you all niggas, stomp you out like roaches Can't you see I'm here to get this paper just I'm suppose to I been a BraveHeart since semen, ? my pops scheming One thought to get up in my moms jeans and it came to this It feel like a motherfucker dreaming, but I'm here Fuck anything another nigga thinkin, see them BraveHearts, damn, those my niggas, you got drama wit 'em Sleep with you gun under ya fucking pillow This is real things, I know shit feels strange How them QB niggas do things, check dis shit [chorus 2x] |