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Bravehearted
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Bravehearted was released on December 17, 2003 by Sony Urban/Ill Will/Columbia as a part of the album Bravehearted
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Release DateDecember 17, 2003
LabelSony Urban/Ill Will/Columbia
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM99

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bravehearts
Bravehearts
Performer
Nas
Nas
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jabari Jones
Jabari Jones
Lyrics
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 Crause
Kevin Crause
Mixing Engineer
Jake Ninan
Jake Ninan
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Brave, brave, brave, brave, brave, Bravehearts
Jungle, Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wiz, Wiz, Braveheart
G-W-I-Z, won't yall come fuck with me
While I lay game chase, catch and cash the check
Stomp **** out take respect
With a sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
I sips on Grey Goose, smokin on the blunt
I fucks with this broad, she do what I want
I fucks her real slow, she likes when I pump
I be on my block dun, I do what's I want
And Nar **** 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 fuckin' wit them **** 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 **** bore me
I shoot to kill, they never saw me
[Chorus][DJ Scratching]x2
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 **** 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 tellin'
Jungle'll live by the morals of the street
Not like snitch C.J. or bitch Jay-Z
In beef them **** only play defense
Guns never sparkin', afraid of my offense
Too rusty, I put they body in the garbage
Y'all **** pussy, we bravehearted
[Chorus][DJ Scratching]x2
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 fuck 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 **** to the death while the rest lie, the rest die, I'm brave
Written by: Jabari Jones, Michael Epps, Michael Small, Nasir Jones, Nathaniel Hall
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