B Train by Braveheartsالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone
[Wiz]-All aboard!!
[Jungle]-All the whores!!!
*sound of train tracks*
[Chorus]
(Wiz) Yo, we came to take shit to the next stage!
{Jungle} And all ya mothafuckas, y'all betta be brave!
(Wiz) 'cause its that new shit
{Jungle} Exclusive! Jungle and Wiz!
(Wiz) Ruthless my nigga, straight out the brig
[Verse 1]
{Jungle}
what's happnin', comrade, you ready for combat
There ain't no turnin' back with guns and cardiacs
I watch my money stack and pop it like that
I broke a nigga back with a baseball bat!
I crack ya fucking skull, you'll need a body bag
Ya family mad and sad, I'll be glad
I'll cause ya laid out, in a bloodbath
Sneak attack with the ski mask and the mac!
(Wiz)
See I got no gun range
I got the block man
I test my gun aim on soggy Cornflakes
I got no love it's all pain
y'all muthafuckas don't want to bang with my gang
And all these bitches over here want to give a nigga brains
Got the stainless talk
Police searchin' the Range
They want to war when I'm doin' my thang
I got ice on, chains and rings and things
If you don't smoke purple, you can't hang
{Jungle}
Is you a Braveheart to the graveyard?
Ahh, lets get this mothafucking paper
Is you a Breaveheart?
TO THE GRAVEYEARD!!!
(Wiz)
Ahh, lets get this money now, not late
'cause its the be Train (the be Train)
[Hook - Wiz]
All the whores, all the whores!
The be Train (repeat)
[Verse 2]
{Jungle}
Ayo, I don't stop, fuck the cops
Body drops in the hood
Guns shots, pop a lot
Get the cash if you could
I'm in the shade when the coke is cookin'
I got hoes in L.A. to downfield Brooklyn
Jungles the king of ballas and Queens
I got a little ice on my pinky ring
Money on my mind
The hands on the 9
Understand my nigga, its all about crime
(Wiz)
While the blocks full of money and gettas
That know the difference between shootas and hittas
Buyers and sellers
Buyers and tellers
No one guessin', investin' it up with a big weapon
Wait till I catch his lil face, I'ma step in
And all these brave niggaz got you in a daze
No one stoopin' all the bitches gettin' paid
I like that
Ill Will
Bring it back, QB to the death
All these otha niggaz is wack
'cause its the be Train (the be Train)
My favourite lyrics
