[Verse 2: Wiz, (Nas)]
Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go
Niggas✦ is scared✦ straight, but fuck them hoes
Keep it–dead✦ serious✦
Believe✦ or don't believe✦ us
Until✦ you see me creepin', now you sleep with them fishes✦
G W-I-Z, that's so delicious✦
To all them ghetto✦ and sober✦ bitches in 'burban✦ districts
I'm movin'✦ on past you chumps
And very✦ thorough,✦ promoted✦ by God's Son
And this is the military, turn it up
My Uzi weighs a ton, yo, son – let's 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✦
Your peeps be like, "One" (One)
I'm movin'✦ on past you chumps (What)
And very✦ thorough,✦ promoted✦ by God's Son
[Verse 3: Nas]
G-O-D S-O-N
I 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
But me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in Harlem✦ – that's dead
Who made this style, Solo✦ or X?
Or U.T.F.O.'s Doctor, or Moe Dee?
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' to show niggas✦ ya rich
Townhouse niggas,✦ I'm six cribs deep
With six bank accounts in six countries✦
Nah, I'm lyin' – who gives✦ a fuck, that's so tired✦
Well, picture us, Bravehearts✦ just livin'✦ it up
A million of us, each nigga✦ itchin'✦ to bust
You got a 'House in Virginia', the only✦ way you sicker✦ than us
Gettin'✦ bagged✦ with .22's? Now you's a ridiculous✦ fuck
No need for the gun play, it's okay,✦ 'cause you're dyin' anyway✦
[Verse 4: Jungle]
Yo, this is for them high school drop-outs✦
Niggas✦ in court who copped✦ out
If you prefer✦ shots over✦ knockouts✦
Sniffin' coke, smokin'✦ weed, sellin'✦ crack, sellin'✦ smack
You thuggin' and you ain't turnin'✦ back
Bravehearts✦ gettin'✦ money✦ ruthless✦ 'til the world end
Gettin'✦ high with my enemy's girlfriend
I used✦ to have the bike on a bitch
Now I got the Jeep on the strip
Coke in the pot, heat on my hip
[Verse 5: Wiz]
Nigga,✦ don't stop blazin'✦ 'cause ya target's movin'✦
Shoot 'til the gun's empty,✦ stupid✦
Queens niggas✦ so ruthless✦
Really,✦ excuses is useless to these swift executioners
And that's Queensbridge, nigga,✦ all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin'✦ from D's, quick to knock out rookies✦
G Wiz – you know what I'm 'bout
To all my real niggas✦
[Chorus]
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