Nas, Bravehearts - What You Gonna Do lyrics
[Nas, Bravehearts - What You Gonna Do lyrics]
Straight out of QB niggas this is Nas, lo
With my braveheart niggas
Jungle, Wiz and Horse
Fuckin with these Ca$h Money Millionaires
So what yall gonna do about that, niggas
We on your block, we got rocks
You got robbed, that man got shot
That nigga's dead, come get revenge
We getting money, we in a Benz
We drive cars, we fuck your hoes
We taking charge, we gettin' dough
Y'all niggas pussy, I cut your face
I'm in your hood, Every fucking day
Yeah What up nigga I'm back
Fuck you, got the MAC
Touch you and them niggas you with
The bigger your clique the bigger my clip
The bigger my gun
Them niggas I'm with is Horse and Jung
And of course
You'll become a corpse if you fucking with me
The 44 caliber killer don't tussle with me
I been to war couple of
Times slept in the cold
Shed tears seen it all been outside for years
What this life mean to y'all
Money ice and cars?
Bustin' nuts in broads, never trusting God?
You better trust him had with
You when you hustlin'
It was him that kept me
Alive when niggas was bustin'
He ain't gonna save you so when
I AK you and spray you
I run in your spot and take all what's yours
So you lay on the floor, we expanding
What you gonna to do about it
Nigga? Not a damn thing
We on your block, we got rocks
You got robbed, that man got shot
That nigga's dead, come get revenge
We getting money, we in a Benz
We drive cars, we fuck your hoes
We taking charge, we gettin' dough
Y'all niggas pussy, I cut your face
I'm in your hood, Every fucking day
What the fuck y'all was born brave?
I put a slug through your corn braids
Summertime broad day
You get your face blown right
At the pay phone
I got big guns that break bones
Beef with me you take home to your family
Bullets fly randomly
Wet you like hard rain, bravehearts gangbang
Yo last night it was on
Niggas came pistols drawn
Poppin' off I had to run they
Shot one the kid is gone
Niggas quick to get it on know
The block I'm living on
Queens bridge murders kings live merciless
Heartless, crazy, Mercedes the projects
Young killas, OG's, enemies, targets
Blow weed, Hennessy, more beef, let it be
No chance of wetting me
I hold heat in the streets
Rolls Royce drop top
Cruising where the women be
Last nigga fucked around hes a hood memory
Fresh Nikes, wife-beater, Knicks jersey
White sneakers heavy like an ice freezer
Deadly not nice either i'll fuck the ho with
Pussy that's mind-blowing
Do my thug dance in clubs
With my nine showing niggas tell they hoes
"Why you fucking with Nas?"
He just gonna nut on your eyes
Have you suck all his guys
And also he say when you done cussin' his by
You ain't thuggin' you lie bitch
Brave till we die bitch
I'm the nigga that would kill
Something over something small
The one you can't with unless
You paid in full
The one that hold grudges cause
Gun games for free
The only thing you wetting and splittin' is
I'm the one that lift the skirts
Up on fake ass rappers
That be killin' for a long time
But now it don't happen
All them tough guys is wanksters they
Fool me in their songs
I'm a braveheart till death so
I got to die strong
A big man that's troublesome
And follow no rules
Run through crews after smoking blunts
And sippin' on brews
Disrespecter pistol whippin' hustlers
For their cheddar the deebo of the rap game
But walk with a beretta
My heart is made of stone my
Eyes is filled with blood
Survivors of the street wars y'all
Niggas know what's up
From the projects to penthouse y'all
Niggas better look out
Before these Braveheart motherfuckers
Put they gun in your mouth
We on your block, we got rocks
You got robbed, that man got shot
That nigga's dead, come get revenge
We getting money, we in a Benz
We drive cars, we fuck your hoes
We taking charge, we gettin' dough
Y'all niggas pussy, I cut your face
I'm in your hood, Every fucking day
We in your hood every fucking day niggas
Every day niggas, huh look around niggas
We on top what you gonna do about it nigga?
What you got to say about it nigga?
That's right that's right
Run all over yall niggas
What yall gonna do about it? Nothin
Bunch of corny ass phony ass niggas
Get brave nigga we brave nigga (Bravehearts)
Brave to the death baby (Bravehearts)
With my braveheart niggas
Jungle, Wiz and Horse
Fuckin with these Ca$h Money Millionaires
So what yall gonna do about that, niggas
We on your block, we got rocks
You got robbed, that man got shot
That nigga's dead, come get revenge
We getting money, we in a Benz
We drive cars, we fuck your hoes
We taking charge, we gettin' dough
Y'all niggas pussy, I cut your face
I'm in your hood, Every fucking day
Yeah What up nigga I'm back
Fuck you, got the MAC
Touch you and them niggas you with
The bigger your clique the bigger my clip
The bigger my gun
Them niggas I'm with is Horse and Jung
And of course
You'll become a corpse if you fucking with me
The 44 caliber killer don't tussle with me
I been to war couple of
Times slept in the cold
Shed tears seen it all been outside for years
What this life mean to y'all
Money ice and cars?
Bustin' nuts in broads, never trusting God?
You better trust him had with
You when you hustlin'
It was him that kept me
Alive when niggas was bustin'
He ain't gonna save you so when
I AK you and spray you
I run in your spot and take all what's yours
So you lay on the floor, we expanding
What you gonna to do about it
Nigga? Not a damn thing
We on your block, we got rocks
You got robbed, that man got shot
That nigga's dead, come get revenge
We getting money, we in a Benz
We drive cars, we fuck your hoes
We taking charge, we gettin' dough
Y'all niggas pussy, I cut your face
I'm in your hood, Every fucking day
What the fuck y'all was born brave?
I put a slug through your corn braids
Summertime broad day
You get your face blown right
At the pay phone
I got big guns that break bones
Beef with me you take home to your family
Bullets fly randomly
Wet you like hard rain, bravehearts gangbang
Yo last night it was on
Niggas came pistols drawn
Poppin' off I had to run they
Shot one the kid is gone
Niggas quick to get it on know
The block I'm living on
Queens bridge murders kings live merciless
Heartless, crazy, Mercedes the projects
Young killas, OG's, enemies, targets
Blow weed, Hennessy, more beef, let it be
No chance of wetting me
I hold heat in the streets
Rolls Royce drop top
Cruising where the women be
Last nigga fucked around hes a hood memory
Fresh Nikes, wife-beater, Knicks jersey
White sneakers heavy like an ice freezer
Deadly not nice either i'll fuck the ho with
Pussy that's mind-blowing
Do my thug dance in clubs
With my nine showing niggas tell they hoes
"Why you fucking with Nas?"
He just gonna nut on your eyes
Have you suck all his guys
And also he say when you done cussin' his by
You ain't thuggin' you lie bitch
Brave till we die bitch
I'm the nigga that would kill
Something over something small
The one you can't with unless
You paid in full
The one that hold grudges cause
Gun games for free
The only thing you wetting and splittin' is
I'm the one that lift the skirts
Up on fake ass rappers
That be killin' for a long time
But now it don't happen
All them tough guys is wanksters they
Fool me in their songs
I'm a braveheart till death so
I got to die strong
A big man that's troublesome
And follow no rules
Run through crews after smoking blunts
And sippin' on brews
Disrespecter pistol whippin' hustlers
For their cheddar the deebo of the rap game
But walk with a beretta
My heart is made of stone my
Eyes is filled with blood
Survivors of the street wars y'all
Niggas know what's up
From the projects to penthouse y'all
Niggas better look out
Before these Braveheart motherfuckers
Put they gun in your mouth
We on your block, we got rocks
You got robbed, that man got shot
That nigga's dead, come get revenge
We getting money, we in a Benz
We drive cars, we fuck your hoes
We taking charge, we gettin' dough
Y'all niggas pussy, I cut your face
I'm in your hood, Every fucking day
We in your hood every fucking day niggas
Every day niggas, huh look around niggas
We on top what you gonna do about it nigga?
What you got to say about it nigga?
That's right that's right
Run all over yall niggas
What yall gonna do about it? Nothin
Bunch of corny ass phony ass niggas
Get brave nigga we brave nigga (Bravehearts)
Brave to the death baby (Bravehearts)
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