Twilight Lyrics – Bravehearts (feat. Nas)

[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]