Uh, yea, yea, yea
Let's go niggas
C'mon nigga, c'mon nigga
I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like 
I'm richBang broads call me 
Mr. International, ghetto stars
I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like 
I'm richBang 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 bitches
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 **** 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 ass, stay my queen
Keep a burna in tha trunk, ate all fifteen
When I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like 
I'm richBang broads call me 
Mr. International, ghetto stars
I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like 
I'm richBang broads call me 
Mr. International, ghetto stars
Yo' if you see me on 
MTV, don't forget
I'm tha same nigga from 
QBSittin' on tha block, hungry and starvin'
Imaginin' performin' at 
Madison Square 
GardenOr Radio 
City, in New 
York CityBring 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 mutha****as
When I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like 
I'm richBang broads call me 
Mr. International, ghetto stars
I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like 
I'm richBang broads call me 
Mr. International, ghetto stars
Nigga I'm high wit high hopes, **** 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, ya'll niggas is bitches
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 Brave
Heart since semen, cesspool my pops schemin'
One thought to get up in my moms jeans and it came to this
It feel like a mutha****a dreamin', but 
I'm here**** anything another nigga thinkin', see dem 
BraveHearts
Damn, those my niggas, you got drama wit 'em
Sleep witcha gun unda ya ****in' pillow
This is real thangs, 
I know shit feels strange
How dem QB niggas do thangs, check dis shit
When I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like 
I'm richBang broads call me 
Mr. International, ghetto stars
I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like 
I'm richBang broads call me 
Mr. International, ghetto stars