What You Gonna Do lyrics

by

Juvenile


[Intro: Nas]
Straight out of QB n*ggas
This is Nas, lo
With my braveheart n*ggas
Jungle, Wiz and Horse
f*ckin with these Ca$h Money Millionaires
So what yall gonna do about that, n*ggas

[Chorus: Nas]
We on your block, we got rocks
You got robbed, that man got shot
That n*gga's dead, come get revenge
We getting money, we in a Benz
We drive cars, we f*ck your hoes
We taking charge, we gettin' dough
Y'all n*ggas pus*y, I cut your face
I'm in your hood, Every f*cking day

[Verse 1: Wiz]
Yeah What up n*gga I'm back
f*ck you, got the MAC
Touch you and them n*ggas you with
The bigger your clique the bigger my clip, The bigger my gun
Them n*ggas I'm with is Horse and Jung
And of course, you'll become a corpse if you f*cking 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga? Not a damn thing
[Chorus: Nas]
We on your block, we got rocks
You got robbed, that man got shot
That n*gga's dead, come get revenge
We getting money, we in a Benz
We drive cars, we f*ck your hoes
We taking charge, we gettin' dough
Y'all n*ggas pus*y, I cut your face
I'm in your hood, Every f*cking day

[Verse 2]
What the f*ck 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 n*ggas came pistols drawn
Poppin' off I had to run they shot one the kid is gone
n*ggas 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 n*gga f*cked around hes a hood memory
Fresh Nikes, wife-beater, Knicks jersey, white sneakers
Heavy like an ice freezer, deadly not nice either
I'll f*ck the ho with pus*y that's mind-blowing
Do my thug dance in clubs with my nine showing
n*ggas tell they hoes, "Why you f*cking 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 b*tch, brave till we die b*tch
[Verse 4: Horse]
I'm the n*gga 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 n*ggas know what's up
From the projects to penthouse y'all n*ggas better look out
Before these Braveheart motherf*ckers put they gun in your mouth

[Chorus: Nas]
We on your block, we got rocks
You got robbed, that man got shot
That n*gga's dead, come get revenge
We getting money, we in a Benz
We drive cars, we f*ck your hoes
We taking charge, we gettin' dough
Y'all n*ggas pus*y, I cut your face
I'm in your hood, Every f*cking day
[Outro: Nas]
We in your hood
Every f*cking day n*ggas
Every day n*ggas, huh
Look around n*ggas
We on top
What you gonna do about it n*gga?
What you got to say about it n*gga?
That's right
That's right
Run all over yall n*ggas
What yall gonna do about it? Nothin
Bunch of corny ass phony ass n*ggas
Get brave n*gga we brave n*gga (Bravehearts!)
Brave to the death baby
(Bravehearts!)
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