Brave in the Heart Lyrics
| Song | Brave in the Heart |
| Artist | Big Pun |
| Album | Endangered Species |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cartagena, Herard, Martin ... | |
| "Remember Pun?" | |
| Yeah, check me out.. | |
| "Remember Pun?" | |
| Terror Squad.. | |
| [Triple Seis] | |
| I'll battle ya all, from the charts to ghetto stars | |
| Face Triple Seis the God of War like Mars | |
| that leave MC's smashed but my Squad, is odd | |
| Y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous | |
| of my extreme fellas, rockin the (?) sweaters | |
| The ones who paid with they life | |
| I rock for forty days and forty nights, and every verse is tight | |
| Better than before; rough, rugged, and raw | |
| Chainsaw metaphor that leave your brain sore | |
| This ain't a game, I'll leave you maimed | |
| Allow me to explain I thrive on the pain while robbin your chain | |
| Knahmean? Do him and the fiend, grab his wallet | |
| Leave a trail-blazin like (Rasheed Wallace) | |
| What's today's knowledge? Hold your heat like The Peacemaker | |
| I walk the same streets the police take us | |
| Livin on the corner so won't speak it out my mouth | |
| Respect and got the money son that's all that it's about | |
| No doubt, silence of code, violence of mode | |
| Under control, can tell my real niggaz really roll | |
| On the low tryin to blow trees | |
| And for no reas', we hit a nigga up for mo' cheese | |
| Better relate and start to think, or be the missin link | |
| I got my +Hustle+ on like Larry Flynt | |
| [Big Pun] | |
| We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart | |
| Razor sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art | |
| Takin New York cats past the stars | |
| First it was Nasty Nas now watch me turn a Apple into Macintosh | |
| Computer chip locomotion flow, la cosa nostra dough | |
| Hold your toaster low, business never personal | |
| Just some words to know - if you run the streets | |
| come in peace or leave in pieces | |
| Even Jesus was killed by the polices | |
| They crucified him now they inject those who defy him | |
| Depends on the state if death is my fate then cool I'm dyin | |
| If that's my destiny it's meant to be | |
| Just remember to bury the motherfucker that bent me right next to me | |
| Aight crew? (No doubt Pun!) Aight then, let's fight then | |
| I'm hypened, comin with the thunder and the lightning | |
| Invitin the comp, ice on the arm | |
| Nights when I storm, snipin your moms, right from the Bronx | |
| Mic in the palm it's the ghetto God | |
| I rip a nigga heart out his frame while I scream TERROR SQUAD | |
| Be larger than life, my initials carved in my wife | |
| She said she'd starve on a diet instead I'm a God in her eyes | |
| The father of Christ, sure to be immortal | |
| Guzzlin beer bottles by the dozen with Devin that's mi hermano | |
| "Big Pun.." ".. will be here, forever" -> KRS | |
| "We brave in the heart.." | |
| ".. p-p-p-playin a part" | |
| "Amazingly smart.." | |
| ".. remember Pun?", "That's the ghetto God" | |
| "We brave in the heart.." | |
| ".. p-p-p-playin a part" | |
| "Amazingly smart.." | |
| ".. remember Pun?", "That's the ghetto God" | |
| "We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart" | |
| "Big Pun.." ".. for-EVER!" -> KRS | |
| [Prospect] | |
| You ain't understand how I push your wig back quick | |
| A little quiet nigga wouldn't think I did that shit | |
| I'm from where the guns love to introduce theyself | |
| Reduce your health, little bulletproofs get felt | |
| Who mind ready, for this big dog who hold a nine steady | |
| I'm John Blazin when you see the arms razin | |
| Shit crime heavy already, I keep it sharper than the long 'chette | |
| Far from a snitch nigga who call Teddy | |
| I click triggers how you more ready and switch bigger | |
| than more berry I'm a cherry you a strawberry | |
| If you lost that mean I'm on top of the whip | |
| You plottin to flip, fuck around and get shot in the lip | |
| You stop with the quick and never make another move | |
| Even your mother lose, I hurt up your pops to pay your brother dues | |
| "Big Pun.." | |
| "Forever.. do you understand? FOREVER!" -> KRS | |
| [Fat Joe] | |
| Make way for krill, I don't play I spray for real | |
| Blow your top with the glock, that's my favorite kill | |
| Blaze your crib with like thirty shots | |
| I'm already hot, but my last one is with some dirty cops | |
| I play the streets with toast cause the thieves is close | |
| Wanna keep your post then don't beef with Joe | |
| Still niggaz think I won't bring the heat out | |
| That's like sayin Puff ain't never beat up Steve Stoute | |
| Truth first, Terror Squad, shoot first | |
| War with me and you guaranteed to leave the earth | |
| I'm, dressed to kill, my niggaz rep for real | |
| Joe Crack's back like I never had a deal | |
| Hungry and shit, it don't get more lovely than this | |
| Blow a hole through your ribs just for runnin your lips | |
| The street's a trip; either you deep or you sleep with the fish | |
| I keep a fifth for them niggaz that's seekin to flip | |
| "We brave in the heart.." | |
| ".. p-p-p-playin a part" | |
| "Amazingly smart.." | |
| ".. remember Pun?", "That's the ghetto God" | |
| "We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart" | |
| "Big Pun.." ".. for-EVER!" -> KRS | |
| "Do you understand? FOREVER!" -> KRS |
| zuo ci : Cartagena, Herard, Martin ... | |
| " Remember Pun?" | |
| Yeah, check me out.. | |
| " Remember Pun?" | |
| Terror Squad.. | |
| Triple Seis | |
| I' ll battle ya all, from the charts to ghetto stars | |
| Face Triple Seis the God of War like Mars | |
| that leave MC' s smashed but my Squad, is odd | |
| Y' all never seen relish, but always seem jealous | |
| of my extreme fellas, rockin the ? sweaters | |
| The ones who paid with they life | |
| I rock for forty days and forty nights, and every verse is tight | |
| Better than before rough, rugged, and raw | |
| Chainsaw metaphor that leave your brain sore | |
| This ain' t a game, I' ll leave you maimed | |
| Allow me to explain I thrive on the pain while robbin your chain | |
| Knahmean? Do him and the fiend, grab his wallet | |
| Leave a trailblazin like Rasheed Wallace | |
| What' s today' s knowledge? Hold your heat like The Peacemaker | |
| I walk the same streets the police take us | |
| Livin on the corner so won' t speak it out my mouth | |
| Respect and got the money son that' s all that it' s about | |
| No doubt, silence of code, violence of mode | |
| Under control, can tell my real niggaz really roll | |
| On the low tryin to blow trees | |
| And for no reas', we hit a nigga up for mo' cheese | |
| Better relate and start to think, or be the missin link | |
| I got my Hustle on like Larry Flynt | |
| Big Pun | |
| We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart | |
| Razor sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art | |
| Takin New York cats past the stars | |
| First it was Nasty Nas now watch me turn a Apple into Macintosh | |
| Computer chip locomotion flow, la cosa nostra dough | |
| Hold your toaster low, business never personal | |
| Just some words to know if you run the streets | |
| come in peace or leave in pieces | |
| Even Jesus was killed by the polices | |
| They crucified him now they inject those who defy him | |
| Depends on the state if death is my fate then cool I' m dyin | |
| If that' s my destiny it' s meant to be | |
| Just remember to bury the motherfucker that bent me right next to me | |
| Aight crew? No doubt Pun! Aight then, let' s fight then | |
| I' m hypened, comin with the thunder and the lightning | |
| Invitin the comp, ice on the arm | |
| Nights when I storm, snipin your moms, right from the Bronx | |
| Mic in the palm it' s the ghetto God | |
| I rip a nigga heart out his frame while I scream TERROR SQUAD | |
| Be larger than life, my initials carved in my wife | |
| She said she' d starve on a diet instead I' m a God in her eyes | |
| The father of Christ, sure to be immortal | |
| Guzzlin beer bottles by the dozen with Devin that' s mi hermano | |
| " Big Pun.." ".. will be here, forever" KRS | |
| " We brave in the heart.." | |
| ".. pppplayin a part" | |
| " Amazingly smart.." | |
| ".. remember Pun?", " That' s the ghetto God" | |
| " We brave in the heart.." | |
| ".. pppplayin a part" | |
| " Amazingly smart.." | |
| ".. remember Pun?", " That' s the ghetto God" | |
| " We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart" | |
| " Big Pun.." ".. forEVER!" KRS | |
| Prospect | |
| You ain' t understand how I push your wig back quick | |
| A little quiet nigga wouldn' t think I did that shit | |
| I' m from where the guns love to introduce theyself | |
| Reduce your health, little bulletproofs get felt | |
| Who mind ready, for this big dog who hold a nine steady | |
| I' m John Blazin when you see the arms razin | |
| Shit crime heavy already, I keep it sharper than the long ' chette | |
| Far from a snitch nigga who call Teddy | |
| I click triggers how you more ready and switch bigger | |
| than more berry I' m a cherry you a strawberry | |
| If you lost that mean I' m on top of the whip | |
| You plottin to flip, fuck around and get shot in the lip | |
| You stop with the quick and never make another move | |
| Even your mother lose, I hurt up your pops to pay your brother dues | |
| " Big Pun.." | |
| " Forever.. do you understand? FOREVER!" KRS | |
| Fat Joe | |
| Make way for krill, I don' t play I spray for real | |
| Blow your top with the glock, that' s my favorite kill | |
| Blaze your crib with like thirty shots | |
| I' m already hot, but my last one is with some dirty cops | |
| I play the streets with toast cause the thieves is close | |
| Wanna keep your post then don' t beef with Joe | |
| Still niggaz think I won' t bring the heat out | |
| That' s like sayin Puff ain' t never beat up Steve Stoute | |
| Truth first, Terror Squad, shoot first | |
| War with me and you guaranteed to leave the earth | |
| I' m, dressed to kill, my niggaz rep for real | |
| Joe Crack' s back like I never had a deal | |
| Hungry and shit, it don' t get more lovely than this | |
| Blow a hole through your ribs just for runnin your lips | |
| The street' s a trip either you deep or you sleep with the fish | |
| I keep a fifth for them niggaz that' s seekin to flip | |
| " We brave in the heart.." | |
| ".. pppplayin a part" | |
| " Amazingly smart.." | |
| ".. remember Pun?", " That' s the ghetto God" | |
| " We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart" | |
| " Big Pun.." ".. forEVER!" KRS | |
| " Do you understand? FOREVER!" KRS |
| zuò cí : Cartagena, Herard, Martin ... | |
| " Remember Pun?" | |
| Yeah, check me out.. | |
| " Remember Pun?" | |
| Terror Squad.. | |
| Triple Seis | |
| I' ll battle ya all, from the charts to ghetto stars | |
| Face Triple Seis the God of War like Mars | |
| that leave MC' s smashed but my Squad, is odd | |
| Y' all never seen relish, but always seem jealous | |
| of my extreme fellas, rockin the ? sweaters | |
| The ones who paid with they life | |
| I rock for forty days and forty nights, and every verse is tight | |
| Better than before rough, rugged, and raw | |
| Chainsaw metaphor that leave your brain sore | |
| This ain' t a game, I' ll leave you maimed | |
| Allow me to explain I thrive on the pain while robbin your chain | |
| Knahmean? Do him and the fiend, grab his wallet | |
| Leave a trailblazin like Rasheed Wallace | |
| What' s today' s knowledge? Hold your heat like The Peacemaker | |
| I walk the same streets the police take us | |
| Livin on the corner so won' t speak it out my mouth | |
| Respect and got the money son that' s all that it' s about | |
| No doubt, silence of code, violence of mode | |
| Under control, can tell my real niggaz really roll | |
| On the low tryin to blow trees | |
| And for no reas', we hit a nigga up for mo' cheese | |
| Better relate and start to think, or be the missin link | |
| I got my Hustle on like Larry Flynt | |
| Big Pun | |
| We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart | |
| Razor sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art | |
| Takin New York cats past the stars | |
| First it was Nasty Nas now watch me turn a Apple into Macintosh | |
| Computer chip locomotion flow, la cosa nostra dough | |
| Hold your toaster low, business never personal | |
| Just some words to know if you run the streets | |
| come in peace or leave in pieces | |
| Even Jesus was killed by the polices | |
| They crucified him now they inject those who defy him | |
| Depends on the state if death is my fate then cool I' m dyin | |
| If that' s my destiny it' s meant to be | |
| Just remember to bury the motherfucker that bent me right next to me | |
| Aight crew? No doubt Pun! Aight then, let' s fight then | |
| I' m hypened, comin with the thunder and the lightning | |
| Invitin the comp, ice on the arm | |
| Nights when I storm, snipin your moms, right from the Bronx | |
| Mic in the palm it' s the ghetto God | |
| I rip a nigga heart out his frame while I scream TERROR SQUAD | |
| Be larger than life, my initials carved in my wife | |
| She said she' d starve on a diet instead I' m a God in her eyes | |
| The father of Christ, sure to be immortal | |
| Guzzlin beer bottles by the dozen with Devin that' s mi hermano | |
| " Big Pun.." ".. will be here, forever" KRS | |
| " We brave in the heart.." | |
| ".. pppplayin a part" | |
| " Amazingly smart.." | |
| ".. remember Pun?", " That' s the ghetto God" | |
| " We brave in the heart.." | |
| ".. pppplayin a part" | |
| " Amazingly smart.." | |
| ".. remember Pun?", " That' s the ghetto God" | |
| " We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart" | |
| " Big Pun.." ".. forEVER!" KRS | |
| Prospect | |
| You ain' t understand how I push your wig back quick | |
| A little quiet nigga wouldn' t think I did that shit | |
| I' m from where the guns love to introduce theyself | |
| Reduce your health, little bulletproofs get felt | |
| Who mind ready, for this big dog who hold a nine steady | |
| I' m John Blazin when you see the arms razin | |
| Shit crime heavy already, I keep it sharper than the long ' chette | |
| Far from a snitch nigga who call Teddy | |
| I click triggers how you more ready and switch bigger | |
| than more berry I' m a cherry you a strawberry | |
| If you lost that mean I' m on top of the whip | |
| You plottin to flip, fuck around and get shot in the lip | |
| You stop with the quick and never make another move | |
| Even your mother lose, I hurt up your pops to pay your brother dues | |
| " Big Pun.." | |
| " Forever.. do you understand? FOREVER!" KRS | |
| Fat Joe | |
| Make way for krill, I don' t play I spray for real | |
| Blow your top with the glock, that' s my favorite kill | |
| Blaze your crib with like thirty shots | |
| I' m already hot, but my last one is with some dirty cops | |
| I play the streets with toast cause the thieves is close | |
| Wanna keep your post then don' t beef with Joe | |
| Still niggaz think I won' t bring the heat out | |
| That' s like sayin Puff ain' t never beat up Steve Stoute | |
| Truth first, Terror Squad, shoot first | |
| War with me and you guaranteed to leave the earth | |
| I' m, dressed to kill, my niggaz rep for real | |
| Joe Crack' s back like I never had a deal | |
| Hungry and shit, it don' t get more lovely than this | |
| Blow a hole through your ribs just for runnin your lips | |
| The street' s a trip either you deep or you sleep with the fish | |
| I keep a fifth for them niggaz that' s seekin to flip | |
| " We brave in the heart.." | |
| ".. pppplayin a part" | |
| " Amazingly smart.." | |
| ".. remember Pun?", " That' s the ghetto God" | |
| " We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart" | |
| " Big Pun.." ".. forEVER!" KRS | |
| " Do you understand? FOREVER!" KRS |
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