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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bravehearts
Bravehearts
Performer
Nas
Nas
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jabari Jones
Jabari Jones
Composer
Michael Epps
Michael Epps
Composer
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Composer
Nathaniel Hall
Nathaniel Hall
Lyrics
Michael Small
Michael Small
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jungle
Jungle
Producer
L.E.S.
L.E.S.
Co-Producer
Kevin Crouse
Kevin Crouse
Mixing Engineer
Jake Ninan
Jake Ninan
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave, BraveHeart (tell 'em) Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wi, Wiz, BraveHeart Yo' G, W, I, C, Won't yall come fuck wit me While I lay, get chased, catch, and cash tha check Stomp niggas out take respect Wit a sawed off shotgun, hand on tha pump I sips on grey goose, smokin on tha blunt I fucks wit this broad she do what I want I fuck her real slow, she like when I pump I be on my block done, I do whats I want And an' nigga dat front, I do whats I want I shoot and don't blink, I lay you out in tha street I mean I'm fuckin wit dem niggas dats? And blaze when they? shit, dats evident Leavin no evidence, who you messin wit It's ill will and yall niggas?, I shoot to kill They never saw me Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave, BraveHeart(tell 'em) Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wi, Wiz, BraveHeart You could put on dat vest, I'ma shoot ya in tha head Won't aim for tha chest, Bet you won't survive Ten hollow tips out my crome fo' five I got to drop on you, element of surprise nigga What you wanna do, I really see dead people I got the nine millimeter, I could make ya face see-through Transparent, potholes in ya melon, damaged from tha ratchet Happens if u tellin, Jungle'll live by the morals of tha street Not like snitch CJ, or bitch Jay-z, and beef from niggas Only play defense, guns never spark in tha freight of my office Two us now put they body in tha garbage Yall niggas pussy we BraveHearted Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave, BraveHeart (tell 'em) Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wi, Wiz, BraveHeart My name is?, I come from the past Wit insects crawlin on me like I'm dead I don't eat I just fast, I don't beef I just? Blood in my palm, I left tha cross only white nuns Soaked up tha offerin, black? ones dressed up like bush Identical mass, I fuck 'em hard wit a sinister laugh Then puff on a cigar, like Tony Matana Me and Sony got problems, if I die they say I'm only a modist To me I'm braver, do me a favor, put you on my? You could be paid, the label puts you in my place I'm jewish, like Sammy Davis Jr Holdin a louie suitcase wit? and? chopped in pieces Now I'm locked up wit phsycos who eat they feces Call the Hearts break me out and I'll reveal deep secrets Bout the street shit dat yall so obsessed by I rep my niggas till tha death while tha rest slide Or rest die, Brave Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave, BraveHeart (tell 'em) Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wi, Wiz, BraveHeart
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Nathaniel Hall, Leshan Lewis, Michael Epps, Jabari Jones, Michael Small Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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