Twilight (Explicit Album Version)

Twilight (Explicit Album Version) - Bravehearts/Nas

Uh yea yea yea

Let's go niggas

C'mon ni**a c'mon ni**a

I be dippin' in tha twilight wit gangstas

Smokin' w**d up in my ride life

The same stuff it's still a b**ch livin' like I'm rich

Bang broads call me Mr International ghetto stars

I be dippin' in tha twilight wit gangstas

Smokin' w**d up in my ride life

The same stuff it's still a b**ch livin' like I'm rich

Bang broads call me Mr International ghetto stars

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 hip

Blood stay in my mouf petron layed out

Tequila sunrise and five 6's surprise b**ches

Nas from the trenches hot as he survived

This is ten years here for good rep fo' my thugs

Plumper than last summer stomach streched from tha grub

Good livin' good women I f**k wit straight stallions

Bowleg stances go 'head handsome

But they all scream my car's lean

Hit up every state town city wit my braveheart team

Pretty face round tits and a** stay my queen

Keep a burna in tha trunk ate all fifteen

When I be dippin' in tha twilight wit gangstas

Smokin' w**d up in my ride life

The same stuff it's still a b**ch livin' like I'm rich

Bang broads call me Mr International ghetto stars

I be dippin' in tha twilight wit gangstas

Smokin' w**d up in my ride life

The same stuff it's still a b**ch livin' like I'm rich

Bang broads call me Mr International ghetto stars

Yo' if you see me on MTV don't forget

I'm tha same ni**a from QB

Sittin' on tha block hungry and 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 muthaf**kas

When I be dippin' in tha twilight wit gangstas

Smokin' w**d up in my ride life

The same stuff it's still a b**ch livin' like I'm rich

Bang broads call me Mr International ghetto stars

I be dippin' in tha twilight wit gangstas

Smokin' w**d up in my ride life

The same stuff it's still a b**ch livin' like I'm rich

Bang broads call me Mr International ghetto stars

Ni**a I'm high wit high hopes f**k tha bullshit

Stand up in front of dat you get tha full clip

I'll beat a ni**a senseless his skin is missin' listen

My knockouts is six so serious

Bang wit a "b" on my chest ya'll niggas is b**ches

Ya touch me and I'm pullin' ya dress from stitches to stitchin'

I hate y'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 cesspool my pops schemin'

One thought to get up in my moms jeans and it came to this

It feel like a muthaf**ka dreamin' but I'm here

F**k anything another ni**a thinkin' see dem BraveHearts

Damn those my niggas you got drama wit 'em

Sleep witcha gun unda ya f**kin' pillow

This is real thangs I know sh*t feels strange

How dem QB niggas do thangs check dis sh*t

When I be dippin' in tha twilight wit gangstas

Smokin' w**d up in my ride life

The same stuff it's still a b**ch livin' like I'm rich

Bang broads call me Mr International ghetto stars

I be dippin' in tha twilight wit gangstas

Smokin' w**d up in my ride life

The same stuff it's still a b**ch livin' like I'm rich

Bang broads call me Mr International ghetto stars