Текст песни Bravehearts f Nas - Bravehearted
Bravehearts f Nas - Bravehearted слова песни
[Chorus][DJ Scratching]Brave, brave, brave, brave, brave, BraveheartsJungle, Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wiz, Wiz, Braveheart[GWIZ]G-W-I-Z, wont yall come fuck with meWhile I lay game chase, catch and cash the checkStomp niggas out take respectWith a sawed off shotgun, hand on the pumpI sips on Grey Goose, smokin on the bluntI fucks with this broad, she do what I wantI fucks her real slow, she likes when I pumpI be on my block dun, I do what`s I wantAnd Nar nigga to front, I do what`s I wantI shoot and don`t blink, I lay you out in the streetI mean I`m fuckin` wit them niggas that`s beastinAnd blaze when they in shit, that`s evidentLeavin no evidense, who you messin` witIt`s Ill Will and yall niggas bore meI shoot to kill, they never saw me[Chorus][DJ Scratching]x2[Jungle]You could put on that vestIm`a shoot you in the head, won`t aim for the chestBetcha won`t survive10 hollow tips out my chrome 45I got the drop on youElement of surprise nigga what you wanna doI really seen dead peopleI got the 9 millimeter I can make you face see-throughTransparent, potholes in your melonDamage from the ratchet happens if you tell itJungle live by the morals of the streetNot like snitch C.J or bitch Jay-zIn beef them niggas only play defenseGuns never sparkin afraid of my offenseToo rusty, I put they body in the garbageY`all niggas pussy, we bravehearted[Chorus][DJ Scratching]x2[Nas]My name is beloved I come from the pastWith insects crawling on me like I`m dead, I don`t eat I just fastI don`t beef I just blast, Gods son, blood on my palmI left the cross horny white nun`s suckin me offAnd black dike ones, dressed up like bush identical maskI fuck em hard with a sinister laughAnd puff on cigar like Tony MontanaMe and Sony got problemsIf I die they say I`m only a martyrStep to me I`m braver, do me a favorPut two in my waves, you can be paidThe label puts you in my placeI`m Jewish like Sammie Davis JuniorHolding a Louis suitcase with Colin Powell chopped in piecesNow I`m locked up with psycho`s who eat they fecesColder hearts break me out and I reveal deep secretsAbout this street shit that y`all so obsessed byI rep my niggas to the death while the rest lie, the rest die, I`m brave