[shotgun blast]
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[old school break beat, thugs chant "Bravehearts!" 7X]
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[Verse 1: Nas]
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Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective
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For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit'
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Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
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But I ain't five-O, y'all know it's Nas yo
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Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro
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Only describe us as soldier survivors
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Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
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In a white tee lookin for wifie
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Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
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Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
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We can drive thru the city no doubt, but don't say my car's topless
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Say the titties is out, newness here's the anthem
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Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit'
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Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
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Swing around like you stu-pid, king'a the town, yeah I been that
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You know I click-clack where you and yor men's at
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Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat
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Rooftop like we bringing '88 back
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[Chorus: Nas]
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They shootin'! -- Aw made you look
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You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
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Gettin' Big/"big" money, playboy your time's up
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Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
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They shootin'! -- Aw made you look
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You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
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Gettin' Big/"big" money, playboy your time's up
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Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?
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[Verse 2: Nas]
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This ain't rappin, this is Street-Hop
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Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot
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My live niggaz lit up the reefer
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Trunk'a the car we got the streetsweeper
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Don't start none, won't be none
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No reason for your mans to panic
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You don't wanna see no ambulances
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Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
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That's the way you get Timberland'd up
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Let the music diffuse all the tension
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Ball or convention, free admission
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Hustlers, dealers and killers'ca move swift
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Girls get close, you'ca feel where the tool's kept
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All my just-comin' homies, parolees
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Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
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Get out my face, you people so phoney
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Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty
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[Chorus]
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[thugs chanting "Bravehearts!" 4X over DJ scratching gunshots]
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[Verse 3: Nas]
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I see niggaz runnin', yo my mood is real rude
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I lay you out, show you what steel do
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Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges
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Every invitation to fight you punk hazas
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Like Pun said, "You ain't even en mi clasa"
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Maybach Benz, back seat, tv plasma
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Ladies lookin for athletes or rappers
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Whatever you choose, whatever you do
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Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
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Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love
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Lemme feel how the head is
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Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest
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[record scratched off, Nas rhymes acapella]
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And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class
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Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth
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I'm a leader, at last this a don you wit'
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My nines'll spit, niggaz loose consciousness
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Made You Look
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| Nas |
