Lyrics Brave In the Heart - Terror Squad , Big Punisher
                                                Remember 
                                                Pun?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yeah, 
                                                check 
                                                me 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                Remember 
                                                Pun?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Terror 
                                                Squad
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′ll 
                                                battle 
                                                ya 
                                                all, 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                charts 
                                                to 
                                                ghetto 
                                                stars
 
                                    
                                
                                                Face 
                                                Triple 
                                                Seis, 
                                                the 
                                                God 
                                                of 
                                                War 
                                                like 
                                                Mars
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                leave 
                                                MC's 
                                                smashed 
                                                but 
                                                my 
                                                Squad 
                                                is 
                                                odd
 
                                    
                                
                                                Y′all 
                                                never 
                                                seen 
                                                relish 
                                                but 
                                                always 
                                                seem 
                                                jealous
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                my 
                                                extreme 
                                                fellas, 
                                                rockin' 
                                                the 
                                                [unverified] 
                                                sweaters
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                ones 
                                                who 
                                                paid 
                                                with 
                                                their 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                rock 
                                                for 
                                                forty 
                                                days 
                                                and 
                                                forty 
                                                nights 
                                                and 
                                                every 
                                                verse 
                                                is 
                                                tight
 
                                    
                                
                                                Better 
                                                than 
                                                before, 
                                                rough, 
                                                rugged 
                                                and 
                                                raw
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chainsaw 
                                                metaphor 
                                                that 
                                                leave 
                                                your 
                                                brain 
                                                sore
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                ain't 
                                                    a 
                                                game, 
                                                I′ll 
                                                leave 
                                                you 
                                                maimed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Allow 
                                                me 
                                                to 
                                                explain
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                thrive 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                pain 
                                                while 
                                                robbin′ 
                                                your 
                                                chain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Knahmean? 
                                                Do 
                                                him 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                fiend, 
                                                grab 
                                                his 
                                                wallet
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leave 
                                                    a 
                                                trail-blazin' 
                                                like
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Rasheed 
                                                Wallace)
 
                                    
                                
                                                What′s 
                                                today's 
                                                knowledge? 
                                                Hold 
                                                your 
                                                heat 
                                                like 
                                                The 
                                                Peacemaker
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                walk 
                                                the 
                                                same 
                                                streets 
                                                the 
                                                police 
                                                take 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                Livin′ 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                corner 
                                                so 
                                                won't 
                                                speak 
                                                it 
                                                out 
                                                my 
                                                mouth
 
                                    
                                
                                                Respect 
                                                and 
                                                got 
                                                the 
                                                money 
                                                son, 
                                                that′s 
                                                all 
                                                that 
                                                it's 
                                                about
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                doubt, 
                                                silence 
                                                of 
                                                code, 
                                                violence 
                                                of 
                                                mode
 
                                    
                                
                                                Under 
                                                control, 
                                                can 
                                                tell 
                                                my 
                                                real 
                                                niggaz 
                                                really 
                                                roll
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                low 
                                                tryin' 
                                                to 
                                                blow 
                                                trees
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                for 
                                                no 
                                                reas′, 
                                                we 
                                                hit 
                                                    a 
                                                nigga 
                                                up 
                                                for 
                                                mo′ 
                                                cheese
 
                                    
                                
                                                Better 
                                                relate 
                                                and 
                                                start 
                                                to 
                                                think 
                                                or 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                missin' 
                                                link
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                got 
                                                my 
                                                Hustle 
                                                on 
                                                like 
                                                Larry 
                                                Flynt
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                brave 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                heart, 
                                                playin′ 
                                                    a 
                                                part, 
                                                amazingly 
                                                smart
 
                                    
                                
                                                Razor 
                                                sharp, 
                                                futuristic 
                                                raps, 
                                                state 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                art
 
                                    
                                
                                                Takin 
                                                New 
                                                York 
                                                cats 
                                                past 
                                                the 
                                                stars
 
                                    
                                
                                                First 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                Nasty 
                                                Nas, 
                                                now 
                                                watch 
                                                me 
                                                turn 
                                                    a 
                                                Apple 
                                                into 
                                                Macintosh
 
                                    
                                
                                                Computer 
                                                chip 
                                                locomotion 
                                                flow, 
                                                la 
                                                cosa 
                                                nostra 
                                                dough
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hold 
                                                your 
                                                toaster 
                                                low, 
                                                business 
                                                never 
                                                personal
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                some 
                                                words 
                                                to 
                                                know, 
                                                if 
                                                you 
                                                run 
                                                the 
                                                streets
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                in 
                                                peace 
                                                or 
                                                leave 
                                                in 
                                                pieces
 
                                    
                                
                                                Even 
                                                Jesus 
                                                was 
                                                killed 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                polices
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                crucified 
                                                him 
                                                now 
                                                they 
                                                inject 
                                                us 
                                                with 
                                                juice 
                                                to 
                                                fry 
                                                'em
 
                                    
                                
                                                Depends 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                state 
                                                if 
                                                death 
                                                is 
                                                my 
                                                fate, 
                                                then 
                                                cool 
                                                I′m 
                                                dyin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                that′s 
                                                my 
                                                destiny 
                                                it's 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                remember 
                                                to 
                                                bury 
                                                the 
                                                motherfucker 
                                                that 
                                                bent 
                                                me 
                                                right 
                                                next 
                                                to 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Aight 
                                                crew?
 
                                    
                                
                                                (No 
                                                doubt 
                                                Pun)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Aight 
                                                then, 
                                                let's 
                                                fight 
                                                then
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′m 
                                                hyphened, 
                                                comin′ 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                thunder 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                lightning
 
                                    
                                
                                                Invitin' 
                                                the 
                                                comp, 
                                                ice 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                arm
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nights 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                storm, 
                                                snipin′ 
                                                your 
                                                moms, 
                                                right 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                Bronx
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mic 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                palm, 
                                                it's 
                                                the 
                                                ghetto 
                                                God
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                rip 
                                                    a 
                                                nigga 
                                                heart 
                                                out 
                                                his 
                                                frame, 
                                                while 
                                                    I 
                                                scream 
                                                Terror 
                                                Squad
 
                                    
                                
                                                Be 
                                                larger 
                                                than 
                                                life, 
                                                my 
                                                initials 
                                                carved 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                wife
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                said 
                                                she′d 
                                                starve 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                diet 
                                                instead 
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                God 
                                                in 
                                                her 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                father 
                                                of 
                                                Christ, 
                                                sure 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                immortal
 
                                    
                                
                                                Guzzlin′ 
                                                beer 
                                                bottles 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                dozen 
                                                with 
                                                Devin 
                                                that's 
                                                mi 
                                                hermano
 
                                    
                                
                                                Big 
                                                Pun 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                here, 
                                                forever
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                brave 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                heart, 
                                                p-p-p-playin' 
                                                    a 
                                                part, 
                                                amazingly 
                                                smart
 
                                    
                                
                                                Remember 
                                                Pun? 
                                                That′s 
                                                the 
                                                ghetto 
                                                God
 
                                    
                                
                                                Big 
                                                Pun 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                here, 
                                                forever
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                brave 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                heart, 
                                                p-p-p-playin′ 
                                                    a 
                                                part, 
                                                amazingly 
                                                smart
 
                                    
                                
                                                Remember 
                                                Pun? 
                                                That's 
                                                the 
                                                ghetto 
                                                God
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                brave 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                heart, 
                                                p-p-p-playin′ 
                                                    a 
                                                part, 
                                                amazingly 
                                                smart
 
                                    
                                
                                                Big 
                                                Pun 
                                                forever
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                ain't 
                                                understand 
                                                how 
                                                    I 
                                                push 
                                                your 
                                                wig 
                                                back 
                                                quick
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                little 
                                                quiet 
                                                nigga 
                                                wouldn′t 
                                                think 
                                                    I 
                                                did 
                                                that 
                                                shit
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                from 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                guns 
                                                love 
                                                to 
                                                introduce 
                                                theyself
 
                                    
                                
                                                Reduce 
                                                your 
                                                health, 
                                                little 
                                                bulletproofs 
                                                get 
                                                felt
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                mind 
                                                ready, 
                                                for 
                                                this 
                                                big 
                                                dog 
                                                who 
                                                hold 
                                                    a 
                                                nine 
                                                steady
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′m 
                                                John 
                                                Blazin' 
                                                when 
                                                you 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                arms 
                                                razin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shit 
                                                crime 
                                                heavy 
                                                already, 
                                                    I 
                                                keep 
                                                it 
                                                sharper 
                                                than 
                                                the 
                                                long 
                                                ′chete
 
                                    
                                
                                                Far 
                                                from 
                                                    a 
                                                snitch 
                                                nigga 
                                                who 
                                                call 
                                                Teddy
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                click 
                                                triggers, 
                                                how 
                                                you 
                                                more 
                                                ready 
                                                and 
                                                switch 
                                                bigger
 
                                    
                                
                                                Than 
                                                more 
                                                berry, 
                                                I′m 
                                                    a 
                                                cherry, 
                                                you 
                                                    a 
                                                strawberry
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                lost 
                                                that 
                                                mean, 
                                                I'm 
                                                on 
                                                top 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                whip
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                plottin′ 
                                                to 
                                                flip, 
                                                fuck 
                                                around 
                                                and 
                                                get 
                                                shot 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                lip
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                stop 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                quick 
                                                and 
                                                never 
                                                make 
                                                another 
                                                move
 
                                    
                                
                                                Even 
                                                your 
                                                mother 
                                                lose, 
                                                    I 
                                                hurt 
                                                up 
                                                your 
                                                pops 
                                                to 
                                                pay 
                                                your 
                                                brother 
                                                dues
 
                                    
                                
                                                Big 
                                                Pun 
                                                forever, 
                                                do 
                                                you 
                                                understand? 
                                                Forever
 
                                    
                                
                                                Make 
                                                way 
                                                for 
                                                krill, 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                play, 
                                                    I 
                                                spray 
                                                for 
                                                real
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blow 
                                                your 
                                                top 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                glock, 
                                                that′s 
                                                my 
                                                favorite 
                                                kill
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blaze 
                                                your 
                                                crib 
                                                with 
                                                like 
                                                thirty 
                                                shots
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                already 
                                                hot 
                                                but 
                                                my 
                                                last 
                                                one 
                                                is 
                                                with 
                                                some 
                                                dirty 
                                                cops
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                play 
                                                the 
                                                streets 
                                                with 
                                                toast 
                                                ′cause 
                                                the 
                                                thieves 
                                                is 
                                                close
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wanna 
                                                keep 
                                                your 
                                                post 
                                                then 
                                                don't 
                                                beef 
                                                with 
                                                Joe
 
                                    
                                
                                                Still 
                                                niggaz 
                                                think 
                                                    I 
                                                won't 
                                                bring 
                                                the 
                                                heat 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                That′s 
                                                like 
                                                sayin′ 
                                                Puff 
                                                ain't 
                                                never 
                                                beat 
                                                up 
                                                Steve 
                                                Stoute
 
                                    
                                
                                                Truth 
                                                first, 
                                                Terror 
                                                Squad, 
                                                shoot 
                                                first
 
                                    
                                
                                                War 
                                                with 
                                                me 
                                                and 
                                                you 
                                                guaranteed 
                                                to 
                                                leave 
                                                the 
                                                earth
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′m 
                                                dressed 
                                                to 
                                                kill, 
                                                my 
                                                niggaz 
                                                rep 
                                                for 
                                                real
 
                                    
                                
                                                Joe 
                                                Crack's 
                                                back 
                                                like 
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                had 
                                                    a 
                                                deal
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hungry 
                                                and 
                                                shit, 
                                                it 
                                                don′t 
                                                get 
                                                more 
                                                lovely 
                                                than 
                                                this
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blow 
                                                    a 
                                                hole 
                                                through 
                                                your 
                                                ribs 
                                                just 
                                                for 
                                                runnin' 
                                                your 
                                                lips
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                street′s 
                                                    a 
                                                trip; 
                                                either 
                                                you 
                                                deep 
                                                or 
                                                you 
                                                sleep 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                fish
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                keep 
                                                    a 
                                                fifth 
                                                for 
                                                them 
                                                niggaz 
                                                that's 
                                                seekin' 
                                                to 
                                                flip
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                brave 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                heart, 
                                                p-p-p-playin′ 
                                                    a 
                                                part, 
                                                amazingly 
                                                smart
 
                                    
                                
                                                Remember 
                                                Pun? 
                                                That′s 
                                                the 
                                                ghetto 
                                                God
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                brave 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                heart, 
                                                playin' 
                                                    a 
                                                part, 
                                                amazingly 
                                                smart
 
                                    
                                
                                                Big 
                                                Pun 
                                                forever, 
                                                do 
                                                you 
                                                understand? 
                                                Forever
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Livin' La Vida Loca (Remix)-Ricky Martin featuring Big Pun, Fat Joe and Cuban Link (feat. Big Pun, Fat Joe & Cuban Link)
2 Intro
3 You Ain't a Killer
4 Twinz (Deep Cover 98)
5 Whatcha Gon Do
6 How We Roll
7 Still Not a Player
8 Off the Books
9 Words from Nore
10 Mamma
11 The Beat Box
12 Brave In the Heart
13 The Dream Shatterer
14 Words With Fat Joe
15 John Blaze
16 My World
17 Pina Colada
18 Fire Water
19 Freestyle With Remy Martin
20 Wishful Thinking
21 How We Roll '98
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