Bosco
Superhit Movie
Directed by Nicholas Manuel Pino
Music by Jemarcus Bridges
Produced By Quawntay Adams, Patrick McErlean, Darryll C. Scott, Justin Steele
Song List
- Song: Shoot First
- Song: Breakfast
- Song: What Can I Do?
- Song: Love You More
- Song: Bosco Freestyle
Song: Shoot First
Song by Big Kuza, Bosco Soundtrack, and Thank Jordan
Yea yea yea
A lot of niggas lie to kick it
Yea yea yea
Foe nem, gon’ slide, don’t leave no witness, yea
Yea yea yea
That’s why we keep dem f*ck niggas out our business
Yea yea yea
Whole lot o’ glocks, lot o’ motha f*ckin’ switches, yea
Foe nem gon’ slide, won’t leave no witness, yea
That’s why we keep them f*ck niggas our our business, yea
Yea yea
A lotta niggas lie to kick it
That’s why we keep them f*ck niggas up out our business
I send foe nem on a slide, he don’t leave no witness
He just come back and we pray for our forgiveness
That’s just how you move when you the hottest niggas
We rather purge ‘fore we hurt
All that talkin, that’s gon’ put you on a shirt
All these switches, what you think we got ’em for
We don’t play, cuz we shoot first
I sip lean, nigga I don’t do perks
We grab them Gleezies for the opps and then we search
Straight out the mud, nigga I got it from the dirt
My bitch so game, she got a blick off in her purse
I be trying to change my ways, but it’s too late, a nigga cursed
I got a glock on me right now while I’m in the booth doing this verse
I had a uzi on me way before I met lil Uzi Vert
Still Ima slide about my dog until they take me off this earth
Them boys can’t post up over here
They know we a run them off this turf
These niggas tryna ride my wave, gave ’em a board and told ’em surf
Won’t sell my soul, Ima keep it real, that’s what it is, I know my worth
Niggas keep tryna play the cross gon’ see a shirt
A lotta niggas lie to kick it
That’s why we keep them f*ck niggas up out our business
I send foe nem on a slide, he don’t leave no witness
We just come back and pray for our forgiveness
That’s just how you move when you the hottest niggas
We rather purge ‘fore we hurt
All that talkin, that’s gon’ put you on a shirt
All these switches, what you think we got ’em for
We don’t play, cuz we shoot first
Ima shoot first, I ain’t just asking questions
I made it out alive, I coulda died, that shit a blessin
Raised in the street where every loss I took I learned a lesson
Still traumatized, right by my side I keep my Smith & Wesson
Fo’ still bending every block
It’s a box on every glock
I BVS the new AP, I know they hate me, but they watch
Shit don’t happen over night
I bump my head to get a knot
I can make the dealership, and I’m just saying, I trap a lot
Where I’m from, it’s either kill or be killed
Louis jacket, Gucci cleats, I’m in the field
Forever heartless, give a f*ck ’bout how you feel
That silicone and fake love can get you killed
A lotta niggas lie to kick it
That’s why we keep them f*ck niggas up out our business
I send foe nem on a slide, he don’t leave no witness
He just come back and we pray for our forgiveness
That’s just how you move when you the hottest niggas
We rather purge ‘fore we hurt
All that talking that’s gon’ put you on a shirt
All these switches, what you think we got ’em for
We don’t play, cus we shoot first
First
We shoot first
Song: Breakfast
Song by Anyta, Bosco Soundtrack, and JeMarcus Bridges
[Chorus]
Wake up in the morning I be eatin’, money still’n my bank
Take a knee and thank the Man then I get back to the trades
Seeing housing in the evening, then go to LA
Brought a tear to mama’s eyes you should see how far we came
‘nother prayer in the evening [?]
Another day another season, bitch I ain’t afraid
Cause the lord can give a lot and the lord can take away AH
[Verse 1]
On my job feeling Joe [?]
Quarter million for the whip, twenty dollars for the clothes
So I don’t forget the days that I barely stayеd afloat
Hope you pickin’ up the game I ain’t sayin this shit to gloat
Don’t trust ‘еm don’t eat
It don’t matter if you dining with the king
‘cause your appetite can kill you ‘fo you blink
That’s a [?] and it’s talkin bout the greed
Crazy but I’m diligent, contrarian, a dissident
I keep the peace, don’t be naive, I’m moving like a militant
I translated transitory there was no equivalent
Everything except the president is unprecedent
Damn
You might get that in a minute
We’re on a second listen [?] that’s repetition
The father got all the knowledge and granted me with the wisdom
The truth is still hard to swallow ain’t following what I’m spittin’
Valley of the death I be walkin’ chillin’
Seeing what I see yeah I call that vision
Got a lot of scars what they taught me? Lessons
We gon’ take it far if that’s what God’s willing
[Chorus]
Morning I be eatin’, my still’n my bank
Take a knee and thank the Man then I get back to the trades
Seeing housing in the evening, then go to LA
Brought a tear to mamas eyes you should see how far we came, wait
Wait
[Verse 2]
Ain’t got time to even finish hooks
I’m busy making plays and just waiting to get the puts
Ain’t caught up in what they talking ‘cause often they overlook
The progress we makin’ often and focus on what we could
You don’t bring nothin’ don’t eat
That’s reality, that shit ain’t up to me
You can look but that don’t mean you really see
Price inflated but still the land of the free
Fuck you, you ain’t feelin it
Me and you no ’semblance
Mama was an immigrant and look at what we did with it
You look like you [?] but nobody gon’ give a shit
That’s between the future you I hope that you can deal with it
Damn
I should cool it for a minute
Cause I ain’t really trippin’, it’s different the philo hittin’
I did what the [?] different and wholesale it for the difference
I got a tree plantin’ trees and it’s feedin’ my children’s children
[Chorus]
Wake up in the morning I be eatin’, money still’n my bank
Take a knee and thank the Man then I get back to the trades
Seeing housing in the evening, then go to LA
Brought a tear to mamas eyes you should see how far we came
‘nother prayer in the evening [?]
Another day another season, bitch I ain’t afraid
Cause the lord can give a lot and the lord can take away AH
Song: What Can I Do?
Song by Anyta, Bosco Soundtrack, and JeMarcus Bridges
[Verse 1]
I can’t communicate the way that I feel
Lost my guidance and I don’t know what’s real
All my emotions and my pain that I conceal
Afraid if I let you know then it’d be over
Don’t wanna say ’cause then you’ll go ghost and there’s no closure
So I hold my composure
[Chorus]
Oh, what ya do, the way you move
Makes me feel like I need you
So tell me, tell me, tell me
What can I do to get over you?
‘Cause I know that I need to
(I know that I need, I know that I need to)
[Post-Chorus]
Back and forth I’m so confused
I could show you your worth if you need me to
But I won’t wait forever
And you could do much better
Ya playing me, it’s just a game for you
You hit me up outta the blue
If you want me just tеll me the truth
‘Cause I think wе should be together
[Verse 2]
I can’t keep thinking that you’re the one for me
‘Cause then I start to overthink
Dont know what I should believe
Either you want me or you don’t
You need me or you don’t
[Chorus]
Oh, what ya do, the way you move
Makes me feel like I need you
So tell me, tell me, tell me
What can I do to get over you?
‘Cause I know that I need to
[Post-Chorus]
Back and forth, I’m so confused
I could show you you’re worth if you need me to
But I won’t wait forever
And you could do much better
Ya playing me, it’s just a game to you
You hit me up outta the blue
If you want me then tell me the truth
‘Cause I think we should be together
[Outro]
What can i do to get over you?
‘Cause I know that I need to
Song: Love You More
Song by Bosco Soundtrack and The Game
[Intro: Dave East]
New York City
I just wanna
I just wanna
[Chorus: Dave East]
I just wanna chill and feel your vibe
Dirty niggas from the projects we still get fly
It’s hard to get me out her mind when she feel me inside
Body temperature gon’ rise if she next to me
It’s gon’ rise
If i ain’t feelin like you mine, I ain’t spending a dime
Came up, changed, but I’m still in the crime
Shawty do it for the clout, she ain’t chillin like mine
She want a thug, I’m like a drug, and I’m an ecstasy
[Verse 1: Dave East]
We only humans ma we make mistakes
I love you like a real plug love weight
Niggas wanted you all they life for me it took one day
That pussy good but you ain’t cook one steak
That’s why my foot on break
It’s hard to go
They smile in ya face, sneak off, it be hard to know
That’s why any feelings I got they hardly show
You can call me anything you want, you can’t call me bro
The street life is all I know
If I fell off tomorrow would you still love me
Without no Gucci on my back would you still hug me
In my eyes you beautiful, would never make you feel ugly
I did it for the trenches that’s why nigga in the field love me
Song: Bosco Freestyle
Song by Bosco Soundtrack and The Game
[Verse: The Game]
This that 1994 flow, butter Timbs in my wardrobe
Above the rim, black bandana, 9 in my torso
The young Snoop Dogg on the mic at the Source Award show
The house that Dr. Dre built, I stole from Suge before it foreclosed
I guess only the Lord knows, you copy my style
Subliminals from non-criminals, I’ll shank you in trial
Been a while since I gave you niggas bars like this
Pulled up with the doors open, showed you cars like this
Last time I did, me and 50 was in the same group
Me and Eminem was in the same booth
Me and Dre was on Cedar Block, takin’ pictures by the same coupe
Now all y’all niggas do is tell stories about shit that ain’t true
Fuckin’ hoes behind me, eat that pussy ’til your face blue
Cat got your tongue, now you’re T-Pain sprung
And since we talkin’ sprung, I had her up and down like NASDAQ
You know it’s true, BBL scars between the ass crack
[Chorus: The Game]
I’m in this rag Chevy, my red rag heavy
My palms never sweaty, I hold the Draco steady
The ghost of Machiavelli and my 16’s deadly
Compton across the belly, I prove you lost already
You shootin’ indirectly, I’m aiming at your neck piece
I’ll run you for your jewels and wear them bitches to the ESPYs
Still got them fragments in my chest, them bullets ain’t affect me
Compton across the belly, I prove you lost already
I’m in this rag Chevy, my red rag heavy
My palms never sweaty, I hold the Draco steady
The ghost of Machiavelli and my 16’s deadly
Compton across the belly, I prove you lost already
You shootin’ indirectly, I’m aiming at your neck piece
I’ll run you for your jewels and wear them bitches to the ESPYs
Still got them fragments in my chest, them bullets ain’t affect me
Compton across the belly, I prove you lost already