Intro: Straight out of QB niggas This is nas, lo With my braveheart niggas Jungle, wiz and horse fuckin with these cash money millionaires so what yall gonna do about that niggas
Hook: We on your block We got rocks You got robbed The man got shot That nigga's dead Come get revenge We getting money We in the benz
We drive cars We fuck your hoes We taking charge We gettin dough Yall niggas pussy I cut your face I'm in your hood Every fucking day
[Verse One: Wiz] Yeah What up nigga im 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 im with is horse and jung And of course youll 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 yall? 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 aint gonna save you so when I AK you and spray you I run in your spot and take all whats yours So you lay on the floor we expanding What you gonna to do about it nigga? Not a damn thing
Hook: We on your block We got rocks You got robbed The man got shot That nigga's dead Come get revenge We getting money We ridin in the benz
We drive cars We fuck your hoes We taking charge We get the dough Yall niggas pussy We cut your face We in your hood Every fucking day
[Verse 2a] What the fuck yall was born brave? I put a slug through your cornbraids 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
[Verse 2b: Nas] 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 im living on queens bridge murders kings live merciless heartless crazy mercedes the projects young killas OG's enemies targets blow weed henessee more beef let it be no chance of wetting me I hold heat in the streets rolls royce drop top crusing 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 ill fuck the hoe 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 aint thuggin you lie bitch brave till we die bitch
[Verse 2c: Horse] ??? a nigga that would kill something over something small the one you cant ??? with unless you paid in full the one that hold grudges cause gun games for free the only thing you wetting and splittin is ??? im 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 ??? me in their songs im 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 yall niggas know whats up from the projects to penthouse yall niggas better look out before these braveheart motherfuckers put they gun in your mouth
Hook: We on your blocks We got glocks You get robbed The man get shot That nigga's dead Come get revenge We getting money We ridin in the benz
We drive cars We fuck your hoes We taking charge We gettin dough Yall niggas pussy We cut your face We in your hood Every fucking day
Shit talking at end:
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!) Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
