What You Gonna Do
Nas & The Braveharts
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Straight outta QB niggas, this is Nas yo
With my Braveheart niggas, Jungle, Wiz and Horse
Fuckin' with these Cash Money millionaires
So whatcha gonna do about that, niggas?
We on your block, whatcha gonna do?
We got rocks, whatcha gonna do?
You got robbed, whatcha gonna do?
Your man got shot, whatcha gonna do?
That nigga's dead, whatcha gonna do?
Come get revenge, whatcha gonna do?
We gettin' money, whatcha gonna do?
We in a Benz, whatcha gonna do?
We drivin' cars, whatcha gonna do?
We fuck your hoes, whatcha gonna do?
We takin' charge, whatcha gonna do?
We gettin' dough, whatcha gonna do?
Y'all niggas pussy, whatcha gonna do?
I cut your face, whatcha gonna do?
I'm in your hood, whatcha gonna do?
Every fuckin' day, whatcha gonna do?
Yeah, what up nigga? I'm back, fuck you
Got the mac, touch you and them niggas you with
The bigger your click, the bigger my clip
The bigger my gun, the niggas I'm with is Horse and Jung
And of course you'll become a corpse if you fuckin' with me
The .44 caliber killer, don't tussle with me
I've been to war a 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 trust in God, you better trust him
Have him 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 expandin'
Whatcha gonna do about it nigga? Not a damn thing
We on your block, whatcha gonna do?
We got rocks, whatcha gonna do?
You get robbed, whatcha gonna do?
Your man get shot, whatcha gonna do?
That nigga's dead, whatcha gonna do?
Come get revenge, whatcha gonna do?
We gettin' money, whatcha gonna do?
We ridin' in the benz, whatcha gonna do?
We drivin' cars, whatcha gonna do?
We fuck your hoes, whatcha gonna do?
We takin' charge, whatcha gonna do?
We gettin' dough, whatcha gonna do?
Y'all niggas pussy, whatcha gonna do?
We cut your face, whatcha gonna do?
I'm in your hood, whatcha gonna do?
Every fuckin' day, whatcha gonna do?
What the fuck? I was born brave
I put a slug through your corn braids
Summer time, broad day, you get your face blown
Right at the payphone, 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
Ayo, 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 livin' on
Queensbridge murderers, kings live merciless
Heartless, crazy, Mercedes, the projects
Young killas, OG's, enemies, targets
Blow weed, Hennessy, mo beef, let it be
No chance of wettin' me, I hold heat in the streets
Rolls Royce drop top, cruisin' where the women be
Last nigga fucked around, he's a hood memory
Fresh Nikes, wifebeater, Knicks jersey, white sneakers
Heavy like a ice freezer, deadly not nice either
I fuck the hoes with pussy that's mind blowin'
Do my thug dance in clubs with my nine showin'
Niggas tell they hoes, why you fuckin' with Nas?
He just gonna nut on your eyes, have you suck on his guys
And all she say when you done cussin' is bye
You ain't thuggin', you lie, bitch, brave till we die, bitch
Yo, I'm the nigga that'll kill somethin' over somethin' small
The one you can't get it with unless you pay in full
The one that hold grudges cause your gun game's on freeze
The only thing you wettin' and splittin' is Dutch cheese
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 wankstas, they fool me in they songs
I'm a Braveheart till the death so I gotta die strong
A big man that's troublesome and follow no rules
Run through crews after smokin' blunts and sippin' on brews
Disrespecter, pistol whippin', hustlers for they 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 the penthouse, y'all better look out
Before these Braveheart motherfuckers put they gun in your mouth
We on your block, whatcha gonna do?
We got Glocks, whatcha gonna do?
You get robbed, whatcha gonna do?
Your man get shot, whatcha gonna do?
That nigga's dead, whatcha gonna do?
Come get revenge, whatcha gonna do?
We gettin' money, whatcha gonna do?
We ridin' in the benz, whatcha gonna do?
We drivin' cars, whatcha gonna do?
We fuck your hoes, whatcha gonna do?
We takin' charge, whatcha gonna do?
We gettin' dough, whatcha gonna do?
Y'all niggas pussy, whatcha gonna do?
We cut your face, whatcha gonna do?
We in the hood, whatcha gonna do?
Every fuckin' day, whatcha gonna do?
We in your hood, every fuckin' day niggas
Every day niggas, huh, look around niggas
We on top, whatcha gonna do about it nigga?
Whatcha gotta say about it nigga?
That's right, that's right
Run all over y'all niggas
Whatcha gonna do about it? Nothin'
Bunch of corny ass phony ass niggas
Nigga get brave, nigga we brave nigga
Bravehearts! Brave to the death baby
Ill Will
Bravehearts! Huh