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    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!)

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