Intro:
  Straight out of QB niggas
  This is nas, lo
  With my braveheart niggas
  Jungle, wiz and horse
  fuckin with these cash money millionaires
  so what yall gonna do about that
  niggas
  
  Hook:
  We on your block
  We got rocks
  You got robbed
  The man got shot
  That nigga's dead
  Come get revenge
  We getting money
  We in the benz
  
  We drive cars
  We fuck your hoes
  We taking charge
  We gettin dough
  Yall niggas pussy
  I cut your face
  I'm in your hood
  Every fucking day
  
  [Verse One: Wiz]
  Yeah What up nigga im 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 im with is horse and jung
  And of course youll 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 yall?
  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 aint gonna save you so when I AK you and spray you
  I run in your spot and take all whats yours
  So you lay on the floor we expanding
  What you gonna to do about it nigga?
  Not a damn thing
  
  Hook:
  We on your block
  We got rocks
  You got robbed
  The man got shot
  That nigga's dead
  Come get revenge
  We getting money
  We ridin in the benz
  
  We drive cars
  We fuck your hoes
  We taking charge
  We get the dough
  Yall niggas pussy
  We cut your face
  We in your hood
  Every fucking day
  
  [Verse 2a]
  What the fuck yall was born brave?
  I put a slug through your cornbraids
  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 2b: 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 im living on
  queens bridge murders kings live merciless
  heartless crazy mercedes the projects young killas OG's enemies targets
  blow weed henessee more beef let it be
  no chance of wetting me I hold heat in the streets
  rolls royce drop top crusing 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
  ill fuck the hoe 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 aint thuggin you lie bitch
  brave till we die bitch
  
  [Verse 2c: Horse]
  ??? a nigga that would kill something over something small
  the one you cant ??? with unless you paid in full
  the one that hold grudges cause gun games for free
  the only thing you wetting and splittin is ???
  im 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 ??? me in their songs
  im 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 yall niggas know whats up
  from the projects to penthouse yall niggas better look out
  before these braveheart motherfuckers put they gun in your mouth
  
  Hook:
  We on your blocks
  We got glocks
  You get robbed
  The man get shot
  That nigga's dead
  Come get revenge
  We getting money
  We ridin in the benz
  
  We drive cars
  We fuck your hoes
  We taking charge
  We gettin dough
  Yall niggas pussy
  We cut your face
  We in your hood
  Every fucking day
  
  Shit talking at end:
  
  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!)