"Bravehearted" (2003)

B Train Lyrics – Bravehearts

[yelling]
All aboard! All tha whores!

Yo' We came to take shit to tha next stage
And all yall muthafuckas betta be brave
Cause it's that new shit, exclusive Jungle & Wiz
Roofless, my nigga, straight out tha ridge

What's happenin comrad, you ready for combat
Aint no turnin back, I drank some cognac
I watch my money stack, it's popin like dat
I broke a nigga back wit a baseball bat
I crack ya fuckin skull, you need a body bag
Ya family mad and sad, I'll be glad
Ya corpse be layed out in a blood bag
Sneak attack wit tha skee mask in tha mail

See I got no gun range, I got tha block man
I use my gun aim on soggy cornflakes, you best'd run man
No love it's all pain, yall muthafuckas don't wanna bang
wit my gang
And these bitches ova here wanna give a nigga brain
Got tha stainless ? police searchin tha range
They wanna war when I'm doin my thang
Got ice all, chains, and rings, and thangs,
If you don't smoke purple you can't hang
Is you a BraveHeart? To tha grave yall
Iight let's get this muthafuckin paper
Is you a BraveHeart? To tha grave yall
Iight lets' get this money now not later
Cause it's tha B train, tha B train
All tha hoes all aboard! The B train
All tha hoes all aboard! The B train

Yo,yo it don't stop, fuck tha cops,body drop
In tha hood, gun shots, pop alot, get tha cash if you could
I'm in tha shade when tha coke is cookin
I got hoes in La to Brimsville, Brooklyn
Jungle's a king, I'm ballin in Queens
Got yellow ice in my pinky rings
Money on my mind, my hand's on tha nine
Understand my nigga it's all about crime

? block is full of money getters,who know tha difference
between shooters & hitters, buyers & sellers, liars & tellers,
knowin & guessin, ?? wait till I catch 'em, his face, I'ma
step in, these Brave niggas got you in a daze
Knowin got me scoopin all tha bitches gettin paid
I like dat, ill will bringin back QB till tha death
These other niggas is wack
Cause it's the B train, the B train
All the hoes all aboard! The B train
All the hoes all aboard! The B train

Quick To Back Down Lyrics – Bravehearts (feat. Nas, Lil Jon)

[Lil Jon]
Yeah!
Bravehearts!
Yeah!
That boy Nas!
Yeah!
Me I'm your boy Lil Jon
Yeah!
Right now we going to talk about these niggas!
Yeah!
That's got a lot of mouth, what!
Yeah!
But when It's time to do some shit
Yeah!
They folding, these niggas is folding and shit
Know What I'm talking bout, like paper
Yeah!

[Chorus: Nas + Lil Jon]
[N] I know your type I know your kind ya
[L] Quick to back down
[N] You be leaving when there's drama
[L] Quick to back down
[N] Fucking fake ass nigga
[L] Quick to back down
[N] Soggy cornflake nigga ya
[L] Quick to back down
[N] You ya whole crew ya
[L] Quick to back down
[N] Ya'll don't want none of this ya
[L] Quick to back down
[N] And I hate ya'll niggas ya
[L] Quick to back down
[N] Soggy cornflake nigga ya

[Nas]
First of all this is Nas I'ma Braveheart veteran
And y'all already know who I'm better than
Yall know the beef in the hood it'll never end
Never hit the club unless I get's my berretta in
The letter N, short for Nasir
More drama than the President with North Korea
Gettin Krunk wit Lil Jon, he da livest in the south
Fuck around and you get wires in your mouth
Cowards I despise and my power keeps on risin
Niggas try to hate me but they keep recognizin
Who's the next label I'ma bury
CEO's, rappers and A&R's go to the rap cemetary
And ya all got guns but ya scared to use 'em
Six million ways to die, nigga choose one
I'm a Braveheart I'll be right here
Y'all talk shit but I smell fear, motherfucker!

[Chorus]

[Jungle]
Ay yo, all these niggas they afraid of the Bravehearts
I'll take a razor open your face up
I tried to tell these niggas we don't play
I run up on you broad day with a A-K
Cornball I can make your heart beat stop
Pop pop your body drop from a couple shots
When you see me in the street, we can handle the beef
If you see me in jail you know you dead meat
I be fighting and stabbin, shooting and laughing
My ratchet blast on top of you bastards
Committing sins in Cincinnati
We'll drive by in all black caddy's
A 21 gun salute
Your last words be, please Jungle don't shoot
Pussy, I'll put a slug between your eyes
And stand there and watch your punk ass die

[Wiz]
I'm fuckin' wit them, Bravehearts
My niggas is coming we just don't stop
Yall niggas is running I'm just goin pop
I twist up my gun up and slap your mouth
With Lil John down south
My religion is green motherfucker too late
Since birth, I'm cursed, the worst motherfucka in da state
Time and time again you niggas back down, laugh now
Fuck ya numbers nigga ya'll all fake
The hunt is on, fuck if I'm wrong, test my dead arm
Robbery, heavily armed, might leave him gone
Bang him duff him, actin like he don't know what's going on
Hang em' rush em' get his clown ass his teammates wrong
And oh he got a 22, give him the gauge the brave way
God aint going to save his bitch ass today
Wait I'ma Braveheart I'll be right here
Y'all talk shit but I smell fear, mothafuckas!

[Chorus]

Twilight Lyrics – Bravehearts (feat. Nas)

[talking]
Uh yea, yea, yea
Let's Go Niggas [laugh]
C'mon nigga, C'mon nigga

[Chorus 2x]
I be dippin in the twilight, wit gangstas,
Smocking weed up in my ride life
the same stuff, its still a bitch
living like I'm rich
bang broads call me Mr. International
ghetto stars

[Verse 1]
Yo' I talk like a champion,walk like a champion,
body like a god, and I promise that Nas will hit you off,
flow like a gangsta, blum bum bum bum bum
bustin like dummies, so mami you come and lick
it off, I stay right, purple haze'd outfit stay on my ?
blood stay in my mouf, ? laid out
tequila sunrise and five 6's
surprise bitches
Nas from the trenches, hot as he survived
This is ?, here for good, Rep fo' my thugs,
plumper than last summer, stomach stretched
from the grub, good living, good women
I fuck wit straight stallions, bowleg stances
go 'head handsome, but they all scream
my cars lean, hit up, every state,town, city
wit my braveheart team, pretty face,
round tits and ass, stay my queen,
keep a burner in the trunk, ate all fifteen

[chorus 2x]

[Verse 2]
Yo' if you see me on MTV, don't forget
I'm the same nigga from QB
Sittin on the block, Hungary & starving
Imagining performin' at Madison Square Garden
or Radio City, in New York City
Bring the whole hood wit me, gallons of henny
My homie got shot right befo' my eyes,
I got shot too, but I survived
I was just a teenager, never had a pager
always had flavor, chasing that paper
I need them diamonds, them new clothes
Pretty hoes, that Bently Coupe all red like a rose
and everybody knows, my gun goes off
in the west coast, dirty south, and up north
Jungle the boss, a natural born hustler
I despise suckers, ya punk motherfuckers!

[chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]
Nigga I'm high wit high hopes
fuck the bullshit, stand up in front of that
You get the full clip, I'll beat a nigga senseless
His skin is missing, listen, my knockouts is six
So serious, bang wit a "b" on my chest
You all niggas is bitches, ya touch me and I'm
pull in ya dress from stitches to stitchin'
I hate you all niggas, stomp you out like roaches
Can't you see I'm here to get this paper just I'm suppose to
I been a BraveHeart since semen, ? my pops scheming
One thought to get up in my moms jeans and it came to this
It feel like a motherfucker dreaming, but I'm here
Fuck anything another nigga thinkin, see them BraveHearts,
damn, those my niggas, you got drama wit 'em
Sleep with you gun under ya fucking pillow
This is real things, I know shit feels strange
How them QB niggas do things, check dis shit

[chorus 2x]

Bravehearted Lyrics – Bravehearts (feat. Nas)

[chorus]
Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave, BraveHeart (tell 'em)
Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wi, Wiz, BraveHeart
[repeat]

[Verse 1]
Yo' G,W,I,C, Won't yall come fuck wit me
While I lay, get chased, catch, and cash tha check
Stomp niggas out take respect
Wit a sawed off shotgun, hand on tha pump
I sips on grey goose, smokin on tha blunt
I fucks wit this broad she do what I want
I fuck her real slow, she like when I pump
I be on my block done, I do whats I want
And an' nigga dat front, I do whats I want
I shoot and don't blink, I lay you out in tha street
I mean I'm fuckin wit dem niggas dats ?
and blaze when they ? shit, dats evident
leavin no evidence, who you messin wit
It's ill will and yall niggas ?, I shoot to kill
They never saw me

[chorus]
Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave, BraveHeart(tell 'em)
Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wi, Wiz, BraveHeart
[repeat]

[Verse 2]
You could put on dat vest, I'ma shoot ya in tha head
Won't aim for tha chest, Bet you won't survive
Ten hollow tips out my crome fo' five
I got to drop on you, element of surprise nigga
what you wanna do, I really see dead people
I got the nine millimeter, I could make ya face see-through
Transparent, potholes in ya melon, damaged from tha ratchet
Happens if u tellin, Jungle'll live by the morals of tha street
Not like snitch CJ, or bitch Jay-z, and beef from niggas
only play defense, guns never spark in tha freight of my office
Two us now put they body in tha garbage
Yall niggas pussy we BraveHearted

[chorus]
Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave, BraveHeart (tell 'em)
Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wi, Wiz, BraveHeart
[repeat]

[Verse 3]
My name is ?, I come from the past
Wit insects crawlin on me like I'm dead
I don't eat I just fast, I don't beef I just ?
Blood in my palm, I left tha cross only white nuns
soaked up tha offerin, black ? ones dressed up like bush
identical mass, I fuck 'em hard wit a sinister laugh
Then puff on a cigar, like Tony Matana
Me and Sony got problems, if I die they say I'm only a modist
To me I'm braver, do me a favor, put you on my ?
you could be paid, the label puts you in my place
I'm jewish, like Sammy Davis Jr
Holdin a louie suitcase wit ? and ? chopped in pieces
Now I'm locked up wit phsycos who eat they feces
Call the Hearts break me out and I'll reveal deep secrets
Bout the street shit dat yall so obsessed by
I rep my niggas till tha death while tha rest slide
Or rest die,Brave

[chorus]
Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave, BraveHeart (tell 'em)
Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wi, Wiz, BraveHeart
[repeat]

Buss My Gun Lyrics – Bravehearts (feat. Nashawn)

[NaShawn (chorus)]
Buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

[Verse 1]
Yo' do you wanna live or do you wanna die
I'll throw you off the bridge wit a bullet in ya eye
Like a river in tha sky, you'll be floatin in tha air
Got to see ur mother cry at the wake of tha year
I'll give her a hug and tell her be strong then
Smack her in tha face wit a fourty-four long
I know I be wrong, dats how I get it on
I hope yall acknowledge the hook on this song
I got macs and tecs, snug, revovlers, oozies
I got 'em, gauge no problem, calicos, AKs,357's
nine milly's trey aint send you to heaven
I gave my lady a 380, a 22, a two five, bitch went crazy
popin forever, one for all
BraveHearted we stand nigga fuck all yall

[NaShawn (chorus)]
Buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

[Verse 2]
Yo' stop playin I'm layin for my dawgs
I would die for, cabbage patch this niggas
Souls in the sky more, shots rang, glocks bang,
Hot thangs, leave 'em wit his watch and rang
Stop and aim, I'm hot top soil get my rocks off
For my family, you a corpse, what you thought
For my seeds I even let the wrong man bleed
Sit there wit tha right one and give 'em three
See me, don't think cause I'm on tv
Dat a nigga won't massacre ya family
I love guns, and bustin 'em off for loved ones
Get it done, big or small one even for funds
I love cash, for loot, I kill yo' ass
Brains through tha roof of tha coupe
I watch the blood splash
And I hate most dudes dat aint my blood
and I buss my guns for the one I love

[NaShawn (chorus)]
Buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

[Verse 3]
I buss guns for the ones I love
I leave a nigga leakin for somethin
Them guns straight quicker and quicker
He seek its comin, my nigga jung
jumpin on niggas,da shells is dumpin
No fingerprints,shoot again these muthafuckas don't make sense
sayin dat me and my niggas can't win, why
See tha guns pointed at ya face
Plus ya clique surrounded cause they fake
They die, see my attitude, bust a
muthafucka for food, now I'm mad at you
Hit you then I toss tha tool
Never sober, shoot niggas and run 'em ova
Gee Wiz, Bh, I'ma test a QB soldier
I run away wit yo' head in my arms
like Brett Favre them muthafuckas take to tha streets
Them BraveHearts, shootin on these
muthafuckin faggots
Go 'head nigga pull ya gun I'ma grab it then

[NaShawn (chorus)]
Buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

Cash Flow Lyrics – Bravehearts

[talking]
yea , 2004, BraveHeart, uh huh

[Chorus]
First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my cash flow
Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the range rove
Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east coast
to tha west coast, yall know how we go
First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my cash flow

[Verse 1]
I say we got them big guns dat tear yo ass up
How we do thangs, you'll get yo' ass gut
Styrofoam in yo' casket, you lying in tha dust
Yo' pistol packin years wasn't nuttin, see how we hit 'em
To tha body, and the streets so strong
Telling my bitches and my niggas hold on
I know I'm getting high, I fuck a bitch she cry
She hold me so tight never want me to be gone
Now I'm wrong, this Gee Wiz ?
Now you it's him it's me
I'm flossin wit my other half Jungle yall see
So when we step up we waste no time
We flut up ya fans, and take 'em, they mine
I throw a nigga, stomp a nigga BraveHeart style
No set can come close to us, fool, they clowns
The Battle of my ? it go round and round
I turn a stupid ass smile upside down

[Chorus]
First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my cash flow
Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the range rove
Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east coast
to tha west coast, yall know how we go
First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my cash flow

[Verse 2]
Yo' you popin off wit them BraveHearts
Gettin' money son it's all about dat paper
yea, them bitches want me on top of them
They see them diamonds, they always sparklin
I be ill legal wit dat desert eagle
I hit you all up in yo head in front of yo people
Nigga, I empty out on yo bitch ass
You'll be dead so fast shit push back
Cause life aint shit but bitches end millions
Good investments like acres and buildings
Lil Shortys in tha hood raisin them children
Baby dad locked up or somebody killed 'em
Fa real yo, it's crazy yo', drama all day yo
My niggas in prison wanna hear me on tha radio
Cause where I'm from yo, life aint a game yo
Jungle's my name yo, blow wit a fo' fo'

[Chorus]
First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my cash flow
Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the range rove
Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east coast
to tha west coast, yall know how we go
First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my cash flow

[Verse 3]
Yo' the cash must be made
Organized crime, cook up a kilo break it down
to dimes, spread it out in packages ? and ?
Fuck them handcuffs the cops can't touch us
A fourty-five, they got accurate aim
If you aint in my game take a bullet to tha brain
Shit, nobody cares, life aint fair
I feel like I was born in an electric chair
Yo' wheres tha jungle, gon' be here for years
Just a stopper through the game like the numba man
In the hood, ? you got ? BraveHeart slam
Step up on tha side my man you don't undastand
I'm from tha QB side of things, things is things but
You know my niggas,yo they let them things ring
And we right, straight right through yall niggas
Snatchin dat paper, & you know we snatch a couple bitches right

[Chorus]
First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my cash flow
Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the range rove
Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east coast
to tha west coast, yall know how we go
First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my cash flow

Situations Lyrics – Bravehearts (feat. Jully Black, Nas)

[Intro (Nas)]
Yeahhhhh I'ma do it from back hereee
What up Braveheart? what it taste like daddy? (chocolate cake nigga)
Yeah that's what I'm talking about that's how it's supposed to be
Life is beautiful
Yo this girl tried to play me thow .. so I had to ya know ..
I had to do my thing to step it up
Get right with a new one ..
Now I'm feeling alright so everythings all good

[Chorus: Jully Black]
(It's alrightttttt)
Nothing ever gonna nothings ever gonna come between me and you
Baby I just got to let you know (Knowwww)
Nothing ever gonna nothings ever gonna come between me and you
I promise you the sun moon and stars

[Verse 1: Jungle]
We used to meet at the motel
Heart break hotel
Body hypnotic exotic as hell
Got a nigga in a spell
She from my dreams
Girl taste good like carvelle ice cream
A few tatoo's on her butter soft skin
I gave my support when she had that abortion
Remember I could make you warm in the winter
Buy you a mink coat every december
And laugh and joke about the shit we been threw
Then you open your legs and say be gentle
I'll try I can see they spark in your eyes
It's gonna be fireworks like the fourth of july
Untouchable, unbreakable, intimate, multiple orgasms .. when I be rippin it
Your favorite positions, neighbours be listening, hating and wishing that
our relationship end
But you my brave girl

[Chorus: Jully Black]

[Verse 2: Wiz]
Now let me tell you what I am here to do
My baby girl is stuck stupid looking misserable ma keep your head up
Cause ma I'm right here let's do the damn thing girl it can't be love
Cause I be waiting a minute for your walk by
Listen I'm lifting your legs up in the air my only vision
While I'm stroking thinking about money and smoking
Hoping we could do this again and again and again and again yo
I feel your pain I'm leaving your mouth dry your man can't do this ma he to lame
Keep him of your brain
While you let me do me on you drove off as soon as I came
It was evident shorty talking celebent never this I am not reverend do you
hear what I'm telling you
The time is now or never shortyyy screaming and yelling
Yo calm down and let my comrad tell it

[Verse 3: Nas - singing]
Girl you look so sweet (so sweet girl)
But that is what you are (what you are baby)
And no one comes between (nobody)
Never some moon and stars (that's right)
Some come sail away with me (me and you)
Cause your my Braveheart girl (Bravehearts)
And will get high with each other uh huh (uh huh)

[Nas - rapping]
Phase one we meet and exchange numbers
Phase two is day two call you for a adress to come to
Day three is phase three h-e-a-d usually
But cause we just met there is other interests
Want to smuther with teady bears and lilly's
Wine and dine you I'm a gentleman but savage behind you
Know you feeling me my carrots will blind you
You love me but I love liquir and bud I married tijuana

[Chorus]

I Wanna Lyrics – Bravehearts

[Chorus]
Baby, I wanna fuck
I'll be yo' down ass slut
You know I like it rough
You can do it in my butt
When you look at me
I wanna throw my leg up
And give you what you want
So nigga get dat nut

[Verse 1]
See my sleazy, sluty breezy
Does anything I want, she thinks she needs me
Shave her pussy hair use to be (?)
Ass like Serena playin tennis on Tv
Terrific tight vagina
Very wet when I be deep inside her
My grandma said she was too fast
She was in the club shakin dat ass
Hangin out late, smokin and drinkin
Ready to pop off without even thinkin
She want the cash, the clothes, the cars
She wanna lay up in the bed wit the stars
When this bitch is naked, she the sexiest
She possesed the kid like the exorcist
Her breast excellent, "C" cup titties
She be rollin my weed when I drive through New Yetti

[Chorus]
Baby, I wanna fuck
I'll be yo' down ass slut
You know I like it rough
You can do it in my butt
When you look at me
I wanna throw my leg up
And give you what you want
So nigga get dat nut

[Verse 2]
I got a ride, babygirl ass too stu-pen-dous
Freaks I'm with this, Jung my witness
Bitch aint got nothin on this, (?)
Fuck a sundown, the sun up
summer through christmas
Gimme them lips here, both of 'em
Open 'em it's a real pimp in here
Condom, anyone and this all tight girl
Aint no slippin off and once I get it started bitch
I'm rippin walls, a mintue on
I gotta get it, since you say it like dat, I'm wit it
Runnin to tell my niggas you comin wit me to get 'em
We bringin ya friends wit us, oh they in the ride
We in the south we gon' swing it all ova the east side
Queens, get it popin
Not only will bitches man stop us
Hollow points, face slappers dat's another chapter but
For now I got babygirl ass waist in my face
She talkin to me while we drivin on the highway sayin

[Chorus]
Baby, I wanna fuck
I'll be yo' down ass slut
You know I like it rough
You can do it in my butt
When you look at me
I wanna throw my leg up
And give you what you want
So nigga get dat nut
And I'm not gon' front
(?) like you mean it
Yes I'll give you head and I aint gon' lie
Pull ya thing out and we'll do it all night

[Verse 3 - Jungle & Wiz]

[Jung]
Just like dat, baby don't move
I'ma slide my nine inch up in you

[Wiz]
And I'ma straight take her to the bathroom
And we get it popin it's non stoppin so ma
it's on you

[Jung]
The bitch is a freak, but it's cool wit me
she neva do tha (?) like she do wit me

[Wiz]
Yea girl pull down the bickies and pull out the titties
and gimme the pussy

[Chorus]
Baby, I wanna fuck
I'll be yo' down ass slut
You know I like it rough
You can do it in my butt
When you look at me
I wanna throw my leg up
And give you what you want
So nigga get dat nut

Sensations Lyrics – Bravehearts

[Chorus 2x]
I get a sensation when you suck my dick
And you lick my balls
Gimme dat good pussy
I can knock down 'em all

[Verse 1]
Yo' it feels so good, shorty gobble'n & swallowin
Baby bob then weave, them lips I bust on top of dem
Yo ass so fat, you see ghetto booty bounce up and down
Like a porno movie, Girls Gone Wild
Swing it all around
Can I hit it like dis, like dat, I get way inside from da back
Stand up ma, bend over love
Let me control ya, I'll fold ya all up like a pretzel
I'll protect and caress you
Adorable, I won't neglect you or disrespect you

[Chorus 2x]
I get a sensation when you suck my dick
And you lick my balls
Gimme dat good pussy
I can knock down 'em all

[Verse 2]
Nigga she was addicted to what the dick did
Had her goin crazy fuckin wit them lips kid
Doin it, cum quick I might ruin it
So I gotta switch positions and get into it
And bitch you betta hold on for dat ride
Rowdy piper, yes my dick's inside I mean
My shit must of been made for this spot
Cause I couldn't think of a betta place (Why not?)
Cause the weed and liquor is gettin to me
In a flash, and dat ass is where it's suppose to be
Pussy take me to ecstasy so I know when I beat it I'm good
You stayin right next to me
And girl ya know that I'll do it all night
Fuck to the mornin' I get it right
BraveHearts, about to blow
G-W-I-Z I tell 'em ohh

[Chorus 2x]
I get a sensation when you suck my dick
And you lick my balls
Gimme dat good pussy
I can knock down 'em all

[Verse 3]
Yo' I rip it up right, yeaa iight
I make a hoe wanna turn into my housewife
The sex, the cash, I'm from the projects
I grew up fast
I had the old and the young hoodrats
Mixin hypnotic and the cognac
Bitches on my dick cause I bust my gats
Some (? can't spell it) it be like dat

So let me turn it a tad
I eat it up, beat it up when I'm in it
I think I fucked some (?) wit me
Blaze the haze, the sex is crazy
Fuck ya friend, she aint wit it, she hatin huh?
The brains is serious put me on
I'ma pimp or mack dats dealin till dawn
Jungle, Wiz straight out the Bridge
In the club, bitches see us and they lickin they lips

[Chorus 2x]
I get a sensation when you suck my dick
And you lick my balls
Gimme dat good pussy
I can knock down 'em all

Realize Lyrics – Bravehearts (feat. Nashawn & Teedra Moses)

[Chorus]
We live like we got left for time
Better get why
But in the end will you be satisfied
If your life
We got to realize (gotta realize)
Money, cars, niggaz, bars, clothes
No tellin what you know 'bout us

[Nashawn]
Minked out fresh line
Beam it out seat recline
All these hood chicks admire my shine
47 inch links, all kind of pieces
Drugs scales remember the days of drug sells
And now accountings send me checks in the mail
And I ain't got time for no sell
Diver Rims spinnin on a new CL
Too much money gotta stay on the DL
All these hoar hoes callin my cell
Forward the calls to my voice mail
Nashawn fortune pervail
Got these bitches feelin me like a blind bitch'll feel brail
I coped diamonds it ain't hard to tell
For my shine have a lead fight my charm like the head light
I know everythin that there is to know
That you gotta know to blow
We get that dough, holla is

[Chorus]

[Wiz]
Yo, I pick a brick up, the quicker picker upper
Cook on ovens, pushin shoven, the hustler
Early in the mornin, watch out for police
The D's and decoys try to destroy me
But I'mma...champ not a chump
I move swifin turn the pistol on the punks
But what will the jury say, think do
I can't think of that, fuck it
I might as well run cool
Through the projects like "Batman & Robin"
Cops and robbers, but I'm liver
Kill you and hide ya
What could I do but be a project nigga
That'll engine somethin quicker for figgaz
I can't lie to you
I realized how to survive and get money stay alive
But all my niggaz be so quick down and die
But all my thorugh nigga know they can't take that money to th sky

[Chorus]

[Jungle]
Yo, we confronted Tupac smoked blunts wit Biggie
Got love from Suge Knight, did the clubs wit Diddy
I was just a lil kid when Nas from the Bridge
He would bail me from jail, keep me free from bids
Why play in the pool when I can surf in the ocean
Livin that rich life I like that camotion
The bitch wit the tities out, got a nigga open
My jewelry be showin, heavy when we rollin
Please don't bring yo girl around me
One look at Jungle she hand me the pussy
Just like a waitress servin my dinner
My diamonds be drippin, she need a bread winner
I burn C-notes hold 40 cal in plastics
Put fashion in the Benz, fuck it if I rap it
The money keep stackin in duffle bags and shit
We came a long way, ma tell 'em how we live

[Chorus]

I Will lyrics - bravehearts

[Chorus-Wiz and Jungle]

Now when I pull out that thang
You know what I'ma do
You's a dead motha fucka
Or when I catch you wit no dough
Without ya whole crew
You be walkin through the whole hood naked, 12 Gauge behind your ear
Your mere mortal life I take it
And you know that, I Will

[Verse 1- Wiz]

All my niggas is rude
All my niggas'll shoot
Every thought with emotion
All the generals will will proof
That we get at this paper
Back smack these fools
Do whatever for the cheddar
Even clap that dude
I'm even yellin', ain't no tellin
What my niggas'll do
When we start movin' ill
That's when you know it ain't cool
It ain't safe man
This nigga watchin' my slang
That's when he wanted to hang
That's when he pledged to my gang
But we don't fuck wit no badges
Unless they takin' the blame
Of a 20 corpse masacare
And never sayin' my name
Blastin' ya
Never doin' a thang
I never heard nothin, seen nothin
Anyway
My Braveheart (?) will wet you
Hit you forget you
Throw the cops off
That nigga Wiz is a boss
I don't respect you
Hit 'em up with AK's
Bet you never come back
When I get you, nigga

[Chorus]

Now when I pull out that thang
You know what I'ma do
You's a dead motha fucka
Or when I catch you wit no dough
Without ya whole crew
You be walkin through the whole hood naked, 12 Gauge behind your ear
Your mere mortal life I take it
And you know that, I Will

[Verse 2-Jungle]

Anywhere you see me standin'
I make it like my block
Ya wanna call the cops
Cause my fo-five blocked
I put you in the hospital
Picture me poppin' you
Standin' over top of you
Survival's impossible
A miracle
My bullets be tearin' you
Blood out ya bullet wounds
Ya condition be critical
I'm invisible
Bangin' wit my gang
My SK wit the scope
Hit you long range
And I know,
You don't wanna die
I cant see it in ya eyes
That ya life is a lie
I'ma, mastermind
Always on the grind
From Alabama to Atlanta
Sellin' them pies
My homie's doin' time
Comin' home spittin' rhymes
I get a nigga a nine
And a handful of dimes
Henny no chaser
Roll a dutch, not paper
Lets get this money now
Nigga, never later

[Chorus]

Now when I pull out that thang
You know what I'ma do
You's a dead motha fucka
Or when I catch you wit no dough
Without ya whole crew
You be walkin through the whole hood naked, 12 Gauge behind your ear
Your mere mortal life I take it
And you know that, I Will

[Verse 3- Wiz and (Jungle)]

Now how we do wit snitch?
(They get the street death penalty)
(3 shots in tha head)
(Tha mutha fuckin remedy)
Nigga told on the whole family!
(Yeah son we gon get him)
(Bullets is gon hit him)
(I don't care who wit him)
So we jump in the V
(Now we lookin for his crib)
(Circle where he live)
(Yo, look! There it is)
Runnin' up the steps to the bitch
Who snitched on my partner
(Ay yo, yo, knock on the door son)
(Shot his father!)
Lettin off some low shots
Bullets barkin and sparkin
(We killin anybody)
(In the apartment)
On the getaway
(Gun's out joggin to the cars)
I think that nigga NaShawn
Popped a little too far
(Ay yo, Wiz)
(There goes a witness!)
Jungle handle ya business, nigga
I'ma pull up wit the car wit the quickness
(Fuck a courtcase)
(I shot him in the face)
And if the cops come
None of these bullets goin to waste

[Chorus]

Now when I pull out that thang
You know what I'ma do
You's a dead motha fucka
Or when I catch you wit no dough
Without ya whole crew
You be walkin through the whole hood naked, 12 Gauge behind your ear
Your mere mortal life I take it
And you know that, I Will

[music fades til end]

other songs:

Oochie Wally lyrics - bravehearts (feat. Nas)

[1st chorus]

oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally

[2nd Chorus]
He really really really fucked my coochie
He really really really turned me out
He really really really got to gut me
He really really made me scream and shout

[3rd Chorus]
He really taught me how to work my body
He really taught me how to do it with my mouth
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style

[Verse One]
Yeah what up ma,
take a look, you hypnotized
on how my long dick stretch your insides
for real ma, with your thick lips and thick thighs
stoke both holes, pass it to Nas
or pass it to Naish, or pass it to Jung
or pass it to Horse, then that ass gettin tossed
fuck a hustler book, penthouse or blacktale
i got bitches sendin my niggas flicks in jail
i fuck a bitch face more than her waist for real
and aint no pussy like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
bust three times throw her the peace sign
she sleep then my dick sleek and I aint gotta call her for weeks
Long leg hoes, mo'head hoes, married bitches
Me and my dog - fuckin them both they got us switchin
Is the nigga gangsta? Yeah, that's how I'm livin
That's how I'm playin - I got these freak fuckin hoes singin

[1st Chorus]
[2nd Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Little young thing go around my dick with your tongue ring
Deep throat my nine inch, gut from the front and
grind from the side and, fuck from behind and
Grab her hair slap her ass, she screamin like she dyin
Make her come four times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple
Holla out the window it's the project nympho
Fuck my whole crew, you know how we do
you got that good pussy I can share with my peoples
Be a brave girl, do your thang
Let them tities hang, I'll have all the bitches sayin

[1st chorus]
[2nd chorus]

[Verse Three]
When it comes to sex I'm similar to the thriller in manilla
Bitches call me Horse the pussy filler
I'll fuck a big boned or slim chick
Beat that pussy up real quick then send home the bitch
Aint no sleepin in my bedroom
When henny's in my dick
When Flex drop the bomb i bust a nut on this bitch
Deep throat, ceaser gold or pun wicked hoes
Who like the way i thug and the way i flow
I like head in the Benz, the four door or the Coupe
Head in the staircase, the cellar or the roof
Head in the studio, the bathroom or the booth
Head from a project chick or one with crazy loot
Like Nia Lomg in a cherry thong with the lights on
Sippin Perignon with Kelly Price on
I pull out my python, I hit it while my wife's gone
Long dick the bitch all night, I'll make her pussy sing the song

[4th chorus]
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally

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