Jungle (rapper) - Bravehearted lyrics

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Jungle (rapper) - Bravehearted lyrics

[Chorus][DJ Scratching] Brave, brave, brave, brave, brave, Bravehearts Jungle, Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wiz, Wiz, Braveheart [GWIZ] G-W-I-Z, won't yall come f** with me While I lay game chase, catch and cash the check Stomp n***as out take respect With a sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump I sips on Grey Goose, smokin on the blunt I f**s with this broad, she do what I want I f**s her real slow, she likes when I pump I be on my block dun, I do what's I want And Nar n***a 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 f**in' wit them n***as that's beastin And blaze when they in sh**, that's evident Leavin no evidense, who you messin' wit It's Ill Will and yall n***as bore me I shoot to k**, they never saw me [Chorus][DJ Scratching]x2 [Jungle] 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 n***a 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 b**h Jay-z In beef them n***as only play defense Guns never sparkin afraid of my offense Too rusty, I put they body in the garbage Y'all n***as p**y, we bravehearted [Chorus][DJ Scratching]x2 [Nas] 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 s**in me off And black dike ones, dressed up like bush identical mask I f** 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 sh** that y'all so obsessed by I rep my n***as to the d**h while the rest lie, the rest die, I'm brave