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I Will (Explicit Album Version)

Bravehearts
2003-12-173:55 minSynced lyrics

"I Will (Explicit Album Version)" is a song by Bravehearts, released in 2003 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:55 long and contains 88 lines and 677 words.

Lyrics

0:11Now when I pull out that thang
0:12You know what I'm a do
0:15You's a dead mothaf**ka
0:16Or when I catch you for dough low
0:18Without your whole crew
0:21You be walkin' through the whole hood naked
0:2312 Gauge behind your ear
0:27Your mere mortal life I'll take it
0:29And you know that I will
0:34All my niggas is rude all my niggas'll shoot
0:36Every thought with emotion all the generals will proof
0:39That we get at this paper back smack these fools
0:42Do whatever for the cheddar even clap that dude
0:45I'm even yellin' ain't no tellin' what my niggas'll do
0:48When we start movin' ill that's when you know it ain't cool
0:51It ain't safe man this ni**a watchin' my slang
0:53That's when he wanted to hang
0:55That's when he pledged to my gang
0:56But we don't f**k with no badges unless they takin' the blame
0:59Of a 20 corpse massacre and never sayin' my name
1:02Blastin' you never doin' a thang
1:04I never heard nothin' seen nothin'
1:07Anyway my Braveheart [Incomprehensible]
1:08Will wet you hit you forget you
1:11Throw the cops off that ni**a Wiz is a boss
1:13I don't respect you hit 'em up with A K's
1:16Bet you never come back when I get you ni**a
1:19Now when I pull out that thang
1:21You know what I'm a do
1:23You's a dead mothaf**ka
1:25Or when I catch you for dough low
1:27Without your whole crew
1:29You be walkin' through the whole hood naked
1:3212 Gauge behind your ear
1:35Your mere mortal life I'll take it
1:38And you know that I will
1:42Anywhere you see me standin' I make it like my block
1:45Your wanna call the cops 'cause my fo-five blocked
1:48I put you in the hospital you picture me poppin' you
1:51Standin' over top of you survival's impossible
1:54A miracle my bullets be tearin' you
1:56Blood out your bubble b******t your condition be critical
2:00I'm invisible bangin' with my gang
2:02My SK with the scope hit you long range
2:06And I know you don't wanna die
2:07I can see it in your eyes that your life is a lie
2:11I'm a mastermind always on the grind
2:14From Alabama to Atlanta sellin' them pies
2:16My homie's doin' time comin' home spittin' rhymes
2:19I get a ni**a a nine and a handful of dimes
2:22Henny no chaser roll a dutch not paper
2:25Lets get this money now ni**a never later
2:28Now when I pull out that thang
2:29You know what I'm a do
2:32You's a dead mothaf**ka
2:34Or when I catch you for dough low
2:35Without your whole crew
2:38You be walkin' through the whole hood naked
2:4112 Gauge behind your ear
2:44Your mere mortal life I take it
2:46And you know that I will
2:50Now how we do with snitch They get the street death penalty
2:533 shots in tha head tha muthaf**kin' remedy
2:56Ni**a told on the whole family yeah son we gon get him
3:00Bullets is gon hit him I don't care who with him
3:02So we jump in the V now we lookin' for his crib
3:05Circle where he live yo look There it is
3:08Runnin' up the steps to the b**ch who snitched on my partner
3:11Ay yo yo knock on the door son
3:13Shot his father
3:14Lettin' off some low shots bullets barkin' and sparkin'
3:17We killin' anybody in the apartment
3:19On the getaway gun's out joggin' to the cars
3:21I think that ni**a Nashawn popped a little too far
3:25Ay yo wiz there goes a witness
3:27Jungle handle your business ni**a
3:28I'ma pull up with the car with the quickness
3:31F**k a courtcase I shot him in the face
3:33And if the cops come none of these bullets goin' to waste
3:36Now when I pull out that thang
3:38You know what I'm a do
3:40You's a dead mothaf**ka
3:41Or when I catch you for dough low
3:44Without your whole crew
3:46You be walkin' through the whole hood naked
3:4912 Gauge behind your ear
3:52Your mere mortal life I take it
3:55And you know that I will
Now when I pull out that thang
You know what I'm a do
You's a dead mothaf**ka
Or when I catch you for dough low
Without your whole crew
You be walkin' through the whole hood naked
12 Gauge behind your ear
Your mere mortal life I'll take it
And you know that I will
All my niggas is rude all my niggas'll shoot
Every thought with emotion all the generals will proof
That we get at this paper back smack these fools
Do whatever for the cheddar even clap that dude
I'm even yellin' ain't no tellin' what my niggas'll do
When we start movin' ill that's when you know it ain't cool
It ain't safe man this ni**a watchin' my slang
That's when he wanted to hang
That's when he pledged to my gang
But we don't f**k with no badges unless they takin' the blame
Of a 20 corpse massacre and never sayin' my name
Blastin' you never doin' a thang
I never heard nothin' seen nothin'
Anyway my Braveheart [Incomprehensible]
Will wet you hit you forget you
Throw the cops off that ni**a Wiz is a boss
I don't respect you hit 'em up with A K's
Bet you never come back when I get you ni**a
Now when I pull out that thang
You know what I'm a do
You's a dead mothaf**ka
Or when I catch you for dough low
Without your whole crew
You be walkin' through the whole hood naked
12 Gauge behind your ear
Your mere mortal life I'll take it
And you know that I will
Anywhere you see me standin' I make it like my block
Your wanna call the cops 'cause my fo-five blocked
I put you in the hospital you picture me poppin' you
Standin' over top of you survival's impossible
A miracle my bullets be tearin' you
Blood out your bubble b******t your condition be critical
I'm invisible bangin' with my gang
My SK with the scope hit you long range
And I know you don't wanna die
I can see it in your eyes that your life is a lie
I'm a mastermind always on the grind
From Alabama to Atlanta sellin' them pies
My homie's doin' time comin' home spittin' rhymes
I get a ni**a a nine and a handful of dimes
Henny no chaser roll a dutch not paper
Lets get this money now ni**a never later
Now when I pull out that thang
You know what I'm a do
You's a dead mothaf**ka
Or when I catch you for dough low
Without your 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
Now how we do with snitch They get the street death penalty
3 shots in tha head tha muthaf**kin' remedy
Ni**a told on the whole family yeah son we gon get him
Bullets is gon hit him I don't care who with him
So we jump in the V now we lookin' for his crib
Circle where he live yo look There it is
Runnin' up the steps to the b**ch 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 ni**a Nashawn popped a little too far
Ay yo wiz there goes a witness
Jungle handle your business ni**a
I'ma pull up with the car with the quickness
F**k a courtcase I shot him in the face
And if the cops come none of these bullets goin' to waste
Now when I pull out that thang
You know what I'm a do
You's a dead mothaf**ka
Or when I catch you for dough low
Without your 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

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