Nas, Bravehearts - Eat These Bullets (Bonus Track) lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas, Bravehearts - Eat These Bullets Bonus Track lyrics]
'Cause it's drug dealing, cat peeling
Police always looking for me
A warrant? Is you retarded?
Eat these bullets nigga we Bravehearted
Could you believe the D's found
Out about the heroin
Crime organize, everyday nigga selling 'em
Bundles for Jungle, people gotta die
We come through and jump you
Dump out that 45
So many individuals is put in critical
It's fucking pitiful, you snitch
Gotta get rid of you
Shootouts in the morning, drive-bys at night
Even the police is scared of
The Bravehearts gun fights
FBI cointel for all my niggas we deep
Diss your attorney
Is this for my niggas while they asleep
Wire attach every clique on the
Phone when we speak
Fuck them niggas! can't take
My freedom of speech
I've been killed ten niggas
Fuck they think this is
I've been here living
Under foul condition, SLAUGHTER!
It's a mothafucking riot, watch it
Now I'm reaching for them shells and
Guns up in the closet 'Cause I be
Now it's a thousand niggas fucked
Up in my city
Now it's a thousand niggas fucked
Up in yo city no pity
Niggas turning them guns n blast
'em n toss 'em niggas turning them ones in
Millions and flossing
Why ask why nigga, do what you do
I kill a nigga for stealing
Lay him and his whole crew
'Cause a nigga keep getting off
Slowly but more deadly
Fuck it if niggas want it
My nine then bring empty
Uh, I don't kill niggas no more
Now I kill crackers
Strong as Warren Sapp is
Long as a giraffe is
F-150's & F-250's, Governor
Order me about two Bentleys
From Rip Kaplan, I don't fuck with Aspen's
Too black for that, too tough for Hampton's
Rock Hermes, turn heads
Puff with Rasta hoes and skeet
Sperm in their dreads
Body whoever leak words to the Feds
My camaraderie from the streets
Will murder you dead
Flee NYC when it's freezing
To MIA, get this shit
My diamonds come with GIA certificates
Y'all stones is clones, I'm full grown
Hoes call my name on bullhorns
In the middle of an NBA playoff
Whatever nigga, we can face off
Wet a nigga with the AK or-
Oops, I mean kill a cracker
The truth, I'm the realest rapper
Bravehearts running this shit
God's Son, Governor, LES, Jungle and Wiz
Police always looking for me
A warrant? Is you retarded?
Eat these bullets nigga we Bravehearted
Could you believe the D's found
Out about the heroin
Crime organize, everyday nigga selling 'em
Bundles for Jungle, people gotta die
We come through and jump you
Dump out that 45
So many individuals is put in critical
It's fucking pitiful, you snitch
Gotta get rid of you
Shootouts in the morning, drive-bys at night
Even the police is scared of
The Bravehearts gun fights
FBI cointel for all my niggas we deep
Diss your attorney
Is this for my niggas while they asleep
Wire attach every clique on the
Phone when we speak
Fuck them niggas! can't take
My freedom of speech
I've been killed ten niggas
Fuck they think this is
I've been here living
Under foul condition, SLAUGHTER!
It's a mothafucking riot, watch it
Now I'm reaching for them shells and
Guns up in the closet 'Cause I be
Now it's a thousand niggas fucked
Up in my city
Now it's a thousand niggas fucked
Up in yo city no pity
Niggas turning them guns n blast
'em n toss 'em niggas turning them ones in
Millions and flossing
Why ask why nigga, do what you do
I kill a nigga for stealing
Lay him and his whole crew
'Cause a nigga keep getting off
Slowly but more deadly
Fuck it if niggas want it
My nine then bring empty
Uh, I don't kill niggas no more
Now I kill crackers
Strong as Warren Sapp is
Long as a giraffe is
F-150's & F-250's, Governor
Order me about two Bentleys
From Rip Kaplan, I don't fuck with Aspen's
Too black for that, too tough for Hampton's
Rock Hermes, turn heads
Puff with Rasta hoes and skeet
Sperm in their dreads
Body whoever leak words to the Feds
My camaraderie from the streets
Will murder you dead
Flee NYC when it's freezing
To MIA, get this shit
My diamonds come with GIA certificates
Y'all stones is clones, I'm full grown
Hoes call my name on bullhorns
In the middle of an NBA playoff
Whatever nigga, we can face off
Wet a nigga with the AK or-
Oops, I mean kill a cracker
The truth, I'm the realest rapper
Bravehearts running this shit
God's Son, Governor, LES, Jungle and Wiz