[Chorus Nas x2] I be dippin in the twilight, with gangstas Smoking 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
[Nas] Yo I talk like a champion, walk like a champion Body like a god and I promise that Nas a hit you off Flow like a gangsta, Brum bum bum bum bum Bustin like dummies so mommy you come and lick it off I stay right, purple hazed out, fifth stay on my hip Blunt stay in my mouth, Patron layed out Tequila sunrising, five sixes, surprise bitches Nas from the trenches how does he survive This is ten years, here for good, rep for my thugs Plumper than last summer stomach stretch from the grub Good livin, good women, I fuck wit straight stallions Bowleg stances go-head handsome What 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, AR-15
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[Jungle] If you see me, on MTV Don't forget I'm the same nigga from QB Sitting on the block, hungry and starving Imagining preforming at Madison Square Garden Or Radio City, and New York City Bring the whole hood wit me, gallons of Henny My homey got shot right before my eyes I got shot too but I survived I was just a teenager, never had a pager I always had flava, chasing that paper I need them diamonds new clothes pretty hoes That Bentley 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 Dissed by suckas and punk mothafuckas
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[Gwiz] Nigga I'm high wit high hopes fuck the bullshit Stand up in front of that you get the full clip I beat a nigga senseless his skin is missing Listen, my knockouts is six so serious Bang wit a B on my chest yall niggaz is bitches You touch me and I'm pulling your dress, a snitch is a snitch And I hate yall niggaz, stomp you out like roaches Cant you see I'm here to get this paper just like I'm supposed to I've been a Braveheart since semen cesspool my pops scheming One thought to get up in my moms jeans And it came to this It feel like a mothafuckas dreaming But I'm here, fuck anything another nigga thinkin See them Bravehearts, damn, those my niggaz You got drama wit em sleep with you gun under the fucking pillow This is real thangs, I know shit feel strange, how dem QB niggaz do thangs Check this shit nigga
[Chorus x2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
