Braveheart - Braveheart

作词 : Christophe Jacquat/Jonathan Nsimba
作曲 : Christophe Jacquat/Jonathan Nsimba
[Chorus][DJ Scratching]
Brave, brave, brave, brave, brave, Bravehearts
Jungle, Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wiz, Wiz, Braveheart

[GWIZ]
G-W-I-Z, won't yall come **** with me
While I lay game chase, catch and cash the check
Stomp niggas out take respect
With a sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
I sips on Grey Goose, smokin on the blunt
I ****s with this broad, she do what I want
I ****s her real slow, she likes when I pump
I be on my block dun, I do what's I want
And Nar nigga to front, I do what's I want
I shoot and don't blink, I lay you out in the street
I mean I'm ****in' wit them niggas that's beastin
And blaze when they in shit, that's evident
Leavin no evidense, who you messin' wit
It's Ill Will and yall niggas bore me
I shoot to kill, they never saw me

[Chorus][DJ Scratching]x2

[Jungle]
You could put on that vest
Im'a shoot you in the head, won't aim for the chest
Betcha won't survive
10 hollow tips out my chrome 45
I got the drop on you
Element of surprise nigga what you wanna do
I really seen dead people
I got the 9 millimeter I can make you face see-through
Transparent, potholes in your melon
Damage from the ratchet happens if you tell it
Jungle live by the morals of the street
Not like snitch C.J or ***** Jay-z
In beef them niggas only play defense
Guns never sparkin afraid of my offense
Too rusty, I put they body in the garbage
Y'all niggas *****, we bravehearted

[Chorus][DJ Scratching]x2

[Nas]
My name is beloved I come from the past
With insects crawling on me like I'm dead, I don't eat I just fast
I don't beef I just blast, Gods son, blood on my palm
I left the cross horny white nun's suckin me off
And black dike ones, dressed up like bush identical mask
I **** em hard with a sinister laugh
And puff on cigar like Tony Montana
Me and Sony got problems
If I die they say I'm only a martyr
Step to me I'm braver, do me a favor
Put two in my waves, you can be paid
The label puts you in my place
I'm Jewish like Sammie Davis Junior
Holding a Louis suitcase with Colin Powell chopped in pieces
Now I'm locked up with psycho's who eat they feces
Colder hearts break me out and I reveal deep secrets
About this street shit that y'all so obsessed by
I rep my niggas to the death while the rest lie, the rest die, I'm brave