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Bravehearts, bravehearts |
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Bravehearts, bravehearts |
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Bravehearts, bravehearts |
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Bravehearts |
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Now let's get it all in perspective |
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For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step with |
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Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice |
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But I ain't five O, y'all know it's Nas yo |
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Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro |
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Only describe us as soldier survivors |
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Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse |
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In a white tee lookin' for wifey |
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Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely |
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Put her in the Coupe so she can feel the nice breeze |
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We can drive through the city no doubt |
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But don't say my car's topless say the titties is out |
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Newness here's the anthem put your hand up that you shoot with |
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Count your loot with, push the pool stick in your new crib |
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Same hand that you hoop with |
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Swing around like you stupid |
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King'a the town, yeah I been that |
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You know I click-clack where you and your men's at |
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Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat |
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Rooftop like we bringing 88 back |
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They shootin' aw made you look |
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You a slave to a page in my rhyme book |
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Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up |
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Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at? |
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They shootin' aw made you look |
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You a slave to a page in my rhyme book |
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Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up |
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Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at? |
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This ain't rappin', this is street-hop |
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Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot |
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My live niggas lit up the reefer |
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Trunk'a the car we got the streetsweeper |
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Don't start none, won't be none no reason for your mans to panic |
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You don't wanna see no ambulances |
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Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup |
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That's the way you get Timberland up |
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Let the music diffuse all the tention |
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Baller convention, free admission |
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Hustlers, dealers and killers'ca move swift |
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Girls get close, you'ca feel where the tool's kept |
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All my just-comin' homies, parolees |
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Get money, leave the beef alone slowly |
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Get out my face, you people so phony |
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Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty |
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They shootin' aw made you look |
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You a slave to a page in my rhyme book |
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Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up |
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Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at? |
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They shootin' aw made you look |
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You a slave to a page in my rhyme book |
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Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up |
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Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at? |
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Bravehearts, bravehearts |
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Bravehearts, bravehearts |
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I see niggaz runnin', yo my mood is real rude |
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I lay you out, show you what steel do |
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Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges |
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Every invitation to fight you punk asses |
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Like pun said, "You not even En Mi Clasa" |
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Make backspins, back seat, TV plasma |
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Ladies lookin' for athletes or rappers |
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Whatever you choose, whatever you do |
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Make sure he a thug and intelligent too |
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Like a real thorough bred is, show me love |
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Lemme feel how the head is |
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Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest |
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And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class |
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Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth |
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I'm a lead ya at last, this a don you wit' |
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My nines'll spit, niggaz loose consciousness |