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I Will (Bravehearts)

[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 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 nigga watchin' 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 takin' the blame Of a 20 corpse masacare And never sayin' my name Blastin' ya Never doin' 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 standin' I make it like my block Ya wanna call the cops Cause my fo-five blocked I put you in the hospital Picture me poppin' you Standin' over top of you Survival's impossible A miracle My bullets be tearin' you Blood out ya bullet wounds Ya condition be critical I'm invisible Bangin' 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 Sellin' them pies My homie's doin' time Comin' home spittin' 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) Runnin' 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]