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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 tha twilight, wit gangstas, Smokin weed up in my ride life the same stuff, its still a bitch livin 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, ? layed 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 streched from tha grub, good livin, 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 burna in tha trunk, ate all fifteen [chorus 2x] [Verse 2] Yo` if you see me on mtv, don`t forget I`m tha same nigga from QB Sittin on tha block, hungary & starvin Imaginin performin` at Madison Square Garden or Radio City, in New York City Bring tha 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 flava, chasin dat paper I need dem diamonds, dem new clothes Pretty hoes, dat Bently Coupe all red like a rose and everybody knows, my gun goes off in tha west coast, durty south, and up north Jungle tha boss, a natural born hustler I despise suckas, ya punk muthafuckas! [chorus 2x] [Verse 3] Nigga I`m high wit high hopes fuck tha bullshit, stand up in front of dat You get tha full clip, I`ll beat a nigga senseless His skin is missin, listen, my knockouts is six So serious, bang wit a "b" on my chest Yall niggas is bitches, ya touch me and I`m pullin ya dress from stitches to stitchin` I hate yall 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 schemin One thought to get up in my moms jeans and it came to this It feel like a muthafucka dreamin, but I`m here Fuck anything another nigga thinkin, see dem BraveHearts, damn, those my niggas, you got drama wit `em Sleep witcha gun unda ya fuckin pillow This is real thangs, I know shit feels strange How dem QB niggas do thangs, check dis shit [chorus 2x]
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