You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
We can drive through the city no doubt
This ain't rappin', this is street-hop
Now let's get it all in perspective
They shootin' aw made you look
Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest
Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty
Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
Publishers: EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., ILL WILL MUSIC, SALAAM REMI MUSIC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - Z TUNES LLC.
Trunk'a the car we got the streetsweeper
Bravehearts, bravehearts
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Girls get close, you'ca feel where the tool's kept
King'a the town, yeah I been that
Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
They shootin' aw made you look
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Like a real thorough bred is, show me love
Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat
In a white tee lookin' for wifey
But don't say my car's topless say the titties is out
Bravehearts, bravehearts
Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
They shootin' aw made you look
Swing around like you stupid
Put her in the Coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
My nines'll spit, niggaz loose consciousness
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
Make backspins, back seat, TV plasma
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth
Baller convention, free admission
Don't start none, won't be none no reason for your mans to panic
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Ladies lookin' for athletes or rappers
Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges
I'm a lead ya at last, this a don you wit'
I lay you out, show you what steel do
Only describe us as soldier survivors
Rooftop like we bringing 88 back
You know I click-clack where you and your men's at
You don't wanna see no ambulances
Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
My live niggas lit up the reefer
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
Same hand that you hoop with
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?
But I ain't five O, y'all know it's Nas yo
Bravehearts
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot
I see niggaz runnin', yo my mood is real rude
Bravehearts, bravehearts
They shootin' aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Bravehearts, bravehearts
For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step with
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro
Lemme feel how the head is
Bravehearts, bravehearts
Songwriters: Salaam Remi Gibbs, Nasir Jones, Jeremiah Lordan
Like pun said, "You not even En Mi Clasa"
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?
And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class
Newness here's the anthem put your hand up that you shoot with
Count your loot with, push the pool stick in your new crib
Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Get out my face, you people so phony
Every invitation to fight you punk asses
All my just-comin' homies, parolees
Let the music diffuse all the tention
That's the way you get Timberland up
Hustlers, dealers and killers'ca move swift
Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up