Текст песни Bravehearted - Bravehearts feat. Nas
Brave,
Brave,
Brave,
Brave,
Brave,
Bravehearts
Jungle,
Wiz,
Wi,
Wi,
Wiz,
Wiz,
Braveheart
G
W
I
Z,
wont
y'all
come
fuck
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
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
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
fuckin'
wit
them
niggas
that's
beastin'
And
blaze
when
they
in
shit,
that's
evident
Leavin'
no
evidence,
who
you
messin'
wit
It's
Ill
Will
and
y'all
niggas
bore
me
I
shoot
to
kill,
they
never
saw
me
Brave,
Brave,
Brave,
Brave,
Brave,
Bravehearts
Jungle,
Wiz,
Wi,
Wi,
Wiz,
Wiz,
Braveheart
Brave,
Brave,
Brave,
Brave,
Brave,
Bravehearts
Jungle,
Wiz,
Wi,
Wi,
Wiz,
Wiz,
Braveheart
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
4 5,
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
bitch
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
pussy,
we
Bravehearted
Brave,
Brave,
Brave,
Brave,
Brave,
Bravehearts
Jungle,
Wiz,
Wi,
Wi,
Wiz,
Wiz,
Braveheart
Brave,
Brave,
Brave,
Brave,
Brave,
Bravehearts
Jungle,
Wiz,
Wi,
Wi,
Wiz,
Wiz,
Braveheart
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,
God's
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
niggas
to
the
death
while
the
rest
lie,
the
rest
die,
I'm
Brave
Brave,
Brave,
Brave,
Brave,
Brave,
Bravehearts
Jungle,
Wiz,
Wi,
Wi,
Wiz,
Wiz,
Braveheart
Brave,
Brave,
Brave,
Brave,
Brave,
Bravehearts
Jungle,
Wiz,
Wi,
Wi,
Wiz,
Wiz,
Braveheart
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