歌手:Nas
专辑:《God's Son》

作词 : Epps, Gibbs, Jones, Nas
Tuck in your chain put your watch in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart straight out the projects
We live the life where the blood spills
Same thing that get you cats ***** get you killed

Warnin' jungle always keep a gun on him
Pull out four head gone 'n' sloppy droppin' you birds

Close range so my bullets don't swerve curve
No ******** back in ya hand find me
Call Earl death is the ways of the world
Y'all made criminals
Tryin' to wild out there so crack
Bust guns at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail lookin' for heaven livin' in hell
******' 'em hos born to cope since I was 12
Way too foul walk around all the time
With a Gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes
Braveheart to the graveyard let's go ******

Scared straight but **** them hos
Keep it dead serious
Believe it don't believe us until you see me creepin'
Now you sleep with them fishes
G-W-I-Z so delicious
To all them ghetto and sober ******* in 'Burban districts

I'm movin' on passin' chumps

And very thoroughly promoted by god's son
And this is the military turn it up
My moves erase a ton your son less thump nah

Heat talk feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat hear them shots come
Drop son pull out
You better send 'em back son or feel that casket
The peeps be like one

I'm movin' on passin' chumps

And very thoroughly promoted by God's son
G-O-D S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen

With my testosterone male hormone
Enough for a giant's body science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't tempt me EMS against you me I'm just invincible

Like Mike Jack said for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in Harlem
That's that who made this style solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Mobb Deep
Whoever I freaked it yes so meet ya death
I never wear Esco I got a new line comin' like cinemas
Remember the original y'all still tryin' a show ****** are rich
Town house ******
I'm six cribs deep six bank accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin' who gives a **** that's so tired
While pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up
A million of us each ***** inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the only way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged with 22's now you's a ridiculous ****
No need for the gun play it's okay 'cause you dyin' anyway
Yo this is for them High School drop outs
****** who copped out
If you prefer shots over knockouts
Sniffin' coke smokin' **** sellin' crack sellin' smack
You thuggin' it you ain't turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end

Gettin' high with my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have a bike on a bench now I got a jeep on this trip
Coke in the pot heat on my head
***** dont stop blazin' cuz ya target's movin'

Shoot 'till the gun's empty stupid Queens
****** so ruthless really excuses is
Useless to these swift executioners
And thats Queensbridge ***** all day

Pump packs o' crack smoke purple haze

Runnin' from D's quickly knockout rookies
G wiz you know what I'm all about
To all my real ******