I Will
(专辑: Bravehearted - 2003)
[Chorus-Wiz and Jungle] Now when I
pull out that thang You know what I'ma do You's a
dead motha fucka Or when I
catch you wit no dough Without ya whole crew You be walkin through the
whole hood naked, 12 Gauge behind your ear Your mere mortal life I
take it And you know that, I
Will [Verse 1
Wiz] All my niggas is rude All my niggas'll shoot Every thought with emotion All the
generals will will proof That we get at this paper Back smack these fools Do whatever for the
cheddar Even clap that dude I'm even yelling, ain't no tellin What my niggas'll do When we start moving ill That's when you know it ain't cool It ain't safe man This nigga watching my slang That's when he wanted to hang That's when he pledged to my gang But we don't fuck wit no badges Unless they taking the
blame Of a
20 corpse masacare And never saying my name Blasting ya Never doing a
thang I
never heard nothin, seen nothin Anyway My Braveheart (?) will wet you Hit you forget you Throw the
cops off That nigga Wiz is a
boss I
don't respect you Hit 'em up with AK's Bet you never come back When I
get you, nigga [Chorus] Now when I
pull out that thang You know what I'ma do You's a
dead motha fucka Or when I
catch you wit no dough Without ya whole crew You be walkin through the
whole hood naked, 12 Gauge behind your ear Your mere mortal life I
take it And you know that, I
Will [Verse 2-Jungle] Anywhere you see me standing I
make it like my block Ya wanna call the
cops Cause my fo-five blocked I
put you in the
hospital Picture me popping you Standing over top of you Survival's impossible A
miracle My bullets be tearing you Blood out ya bullet wounds Ya condition be critical I'm invisible Banging wit my gang My SK wit the
scope Hit you long range And I
know, You don't wanna die I
cant see it in ya eyes That ya life is a
lie I'ma, mastermind Always on the
grind From Alabama to Atlanta Selling them pies My homie's doing time Coming home spitting rhymes I
get a
nigga a
nine And a
handful of dimes Henny no chaser Roll a
dutch, not paper Lets get this money now Nigga, never later [Chorus] Now when I
pull out that thang You know what I'ma do You's a
dead motha fucka Or when I
catch you wit no dough Without ya whole crew You be walkin through the
whole hood naked, 12 Gauge behind your ear Your mere mortal life I
take it And you know that, I
Will [Verse 3
Wiz and (Jungle)] Now how we do wit snitch? (They get the
street death penalty) (3 shots in tha head) (Tha mutha fuckin remedy) Nigga told on the
whole family! (Yeah son we gon get him) (Bullets is gon hit him) (I don't care who wit him) So we jump in the V
(Now we lookin for his crib) (Circle where he live) (Yo, look! There it is) Running up the
steps to the
bitch Who snitched on my partner (Ay yo, yo, knock on the
door son) (Shot his father!) Lettin off some low shots Bullets barkin and sparkin (We killin anybody) (In the
apartment) On the
getaway (Gun's out joggin to the
cars) I
think that nigga NaShawn Popped a
little too far (Ay yo, Wiz) (There goes a
witness!) Jungle handle ya business, nigga I'ma pull up wit the
car wit the
quickness (Fuck a
courtcase) (I shot him in the
face) And if the
cops come None of these bullets goin to waste [Chorus] Now when I
pull out that thang You know what I'ma do You's a
dead motha fucka Or when I
catch you wit no dough Without ya whole crew You be walkin through the
whole hood naked, 12 Gauge behind your ear Your mere mortal life I
take it And you know that, I
Will [music fades til end]