Nas — What You Gonna Do

[Intro: Nas] Straight out of QB niggas This is Nas, lo With my braveheart niggas Jungle, Wiz and Horse Fuckin with these Ca$h Money Millionaires So what yall gonna do about that, niggas [Chorus: Nas] We on your block, we got rocks You got robbed, that man got shot That nigga's dead, come get revenge We getting money, we in a Benz We drive cars, we fuck your hoes We taking charge, we gettin' dough Y'all niggas pussy, I cut your face I'm in your hood, Every fucking day [Verse 1: Wiz] Yeah What up nigga I'm back Fuck you, got the MAC Touch you and them niggas you with The bigger your clique the bigger my clip, The bigger my gun Them niggas I'm with is Horse and Jung And of course, you'll become a corpse if you fucking with me The .44 caliber killer don't tussle with me I been to war couple of times slept in the cold Shed tears seen it all been outside for years What this life mean to y'all, money ice and cars? Bustin' nuts in broads, never trusting God? You better trust him had with you when you hustlin' It was him that kept me alive when niggas was bustin' He ain't gonna save you so when I AK you and spray you I run in your spot and take all what's yours So you lay on the floor, we expanding What you gonna to do about it nigga? Not a damn thing [Chorus: Nas] We on your block, we got rocks You got robbed, that man got shot That nigga's dead, come get revenge We getting money, we in a Benz We drive cars, we fuck your hoes We taking charge, we gettin' dough Y'all niggas pussy, I cut your face I'm in your hood, Every fucking day [Verse 2] What the fuck y'all was born brave? I put a slug through your corn braids Summertime broad day You get your face blown right at the pay phone I got big guns that break bones Beef with me you take home to your family Bullets fly randomly Wet you like hard rain, bravehearts gangbang [Verse 3: Nas] Yo last night it was on Niggas came pistols drawn Poppin' off I had to run they shot one the kid is gone Niggas quick to get it on know the block I'm living on Queens bridge murders kings live merciless Heartless, crazy, Mercedes the projects Young killas, OG's, enemies, targets Blow weed, Hennessy, more beef, let it be No chance of wetting me, I hold heat in the streets Rolls Royce drop top, cruising where the women be Last nigga fucked around hes a hood memory Fresh Nikes, wife-beater, Knicks jersey, white sneakers Heavy like an ice freezer, deadly not nice either I'll fuck the ho with pussy that's mind-blowing Do my thug dance in clubs with my nine showing Niggas tell they hoes, "Why you fucking with Nas?" He just gonna nut on your eyes, have you suck all his guys And also he say when you done cussin' his by You ain't thuggin' you lie bitch, brave till we die bitch [Verse 4: Horse] I'm the nigga that would kill something over something small The one you can't [?] with unless you paid in full The one that hold grudges cause gun games for free The only thing you wetting and splittin' is [?] I'm the one that lift the skirts up on fake ass rappers That be killin' for a long time but now it don't happen All them tough guys is wanksters they fool me in their songs I'm a braveheart till death so I got to die strong A big man that's troublesome and follow no rules Run through crews after smoking blunts and sippin' on brews Disrespecter pistol whippin' hustlers for their cheddar The deebo of the rap game but walk with a beretta My heart is made of stone my eyes is filled with blood Survivors of the street wars y'all niggas know what's up From the projects to penthouse y'all niggas better look out Before these Braveheart motherfuckers put they gun in your mouth [Chorus: Nas] We on your block, we got rocks You got robbed, that man got shot That nigga's dead, come get revenge We getting money, we in a Benz We drive cars, we fuck your hoes We taking charge, we gettin' dough Y'all niggas pussy, I cut your face I'm in your hood, Every fucking day [Outro: Nas] We in your hood Every fucking day niggas Every day niggas, huh Look around niggas We on top What you gonna do about it nigga? What you got to say about it nigga? That's right That's right Run all over yall niggas What yall gonna do about it? Nothin Bunch of corny ass phony ass niggas Get brave nigga we brave nigga (Bravehearts!) Brave to the death baby (Bravehearts!)