twilight lyrics – bravehearts

(feat. nas)

[talking]
uh yea, yea, yea
let’s go n*gg*s [laugh]
c’mon n*gg*, c’mon n*gg*

[chorus 2x]
i be dippin in tha twilight, wit gangstas,
smokin weed up in my ride life
the same stuff, its still a b*tch
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 b*m b*m b*m b*m
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 b*tches
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 f*ck 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 t*ts and *ss, 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 n*gg* 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 m*th*f*ckas!

[chorus 2x]

[verse 3]
n*gg* i’m high wit high hopes
f*ck tha bullsh*t, stand up in front of dat
you get tha full clip, i’ll beat a n*gg* senseless
his skin is missin, listen, my knockouts is six
so serious, bang wit a “b” on my chest
yall n*gg*s is b*tches, ya touch me and i’m
pullin ya dress from st*tches to st*tchin’
i hate yall n*gg*s, 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 s*m*n, ? my pops schemin
one thought to get up in my moms jeans and it came to this
it feel like a m*th*f*cka dreamin, but i’m here
f*ck anything another n*gg* thinkin, see dem bravehearts,
d*mn, those my n*gg*s, you got drama wit ’em
sleep witcha gun unda ya f*ckin pillow
this is real thangs, i know sh*t feels strange
how dem qb n*gg*s do thangs, check dis sh*t

[chorus 2x]

/ bravehearts lyrics