Eat These Bullets (Bonus Track) lyrics

by

Nas


Turn that sh*t up, Brave---hearts, Ill Will (Bravehearts)

(Chorus) X2
'Cause it's drug dealing, cat peeling
Police always looking for me
A warrant? Is you retarded?
Eat these bullets n*gga
We Bravehearted

[Jungle]
Could you believe the D's found out about the heroin
Crime organize, everyday n*gga selling 'em
Bundles for Jungle, people gotta die
We come through and jump you, dump out that .45
So many individuals is put in critical
It's f*cking pitiful, you snitch, gotta get rid of you
Shootouts in the morning, drive-bys at night
Even the police is scared of the Bravehearts gun fights

[Wiz]
FBI cointel for all my n*ggas we deep
Diss your attorney, is this for my n*ggas while they asleep
Wire attach every clique on the phone when we speak
f*ck them n*ggas! can't take my freedom of speech
I've been killed ten n*ggas
f*ck they think this is, I've been here living
Under foul condition, SLAUGHTER!
It's a mothaf*cking riot, watch it
Now I'm reaching for them shells and guns up in the closet
'Cause I be...
(Chorus) X2

[Wiz]
Now it's a thousand n*ggas f*cked up in my city
Now it's a thousand n*ggas f*cked up in yo city
No pity, n*ggas turning them guns n blast 'em n toss 'em
n*ggas turning them ones in millions and flossing
Why ask why n*gga, do what you do
I kill a n*gga for stealing, lay him and his whole crew
'Cause a n*gga keep getting off slowly but more deadly
f*ck it if n*ggas want it my nine then bring empty

[Nas]
Uh, I don't kill n*ggas no more, now I kill crackers
Strong as Warren Sapp is, long as a giraffe is
F-150's & F-250's, Governor, order me about two Bentleys
From Rip Kaplan, I don't f*ck with Aspen's
Too black for that, too tough for Hampton's
Rock Hermes, turn heads
Puff with Rasta hoes and skeet sperm in their dreads
Body whoever leak words to the Feds
My camaraderie from the streets will murder you dead
Flee NYC when it's freezing
To MIA, get this sh*t
My diamonds come with GIA certificates
Y'all stones is clones, I'm full grown
Hoes call my name on bullhorns
In the middle of an NBA playoff
Whatever n*gga, we can face off
Wet a n*gga with the AK or--
Oops, I mean kill a cracker
The truth, I'm the realest rapper
Bravehearts running this sh*t
God's Son, Governor, LES, Jungle and Wiz
(Chorus) X2
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