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 rich   Bang 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 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 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 fuck 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 rich   Bang 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 rich   Bang broads call me Mr. International, ghetto stars      Yo' if you see me on MTV, don't forget   I'm tha same nigga 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 muthafuckas      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 rich   Bang 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 rich   Bang broads call me Mr. International, ghetto stars      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, 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 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 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      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 rich   Bang 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 rich   Bang broads call me Mr. International, ghetto stars