find a man when the well dries up You learn to work the water without workin thirst til die YUP And niggas get tied up for product And little brothers ring fingers get cut
choke I leave her to die while I grab the cooks head I slice off his cheek and I put it in some bread Cut off their fingers put em in the deep fryer I
I'm gon say this to you I... Get high but I don't get too high So what's the limit 'posed to be? That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed
I care Scar that ass, leave your shirt open like an arab Makin money off these breakdown slabs We got this zone, get your own Better move on before your folk get
prison-ology talk, till they time cut off You should chill if you short, prepare deep thought to hit the street again, get it on, get this paper and breathe
WOOOOOOOO! [Chorus] [Interlude: Nas] Uhh.. uhh.. (BRAVE-HEARTS.. BRAVE-HEARTS.. BRAVE-HEARTS.. BRAVE-HEARTS..) Jungle, Wiz, Nashawn! We got 'em scared look We got 'em scared
get a Nike contract the way I "Just Do It" You know I hide B's on it Come on B.S. and leave on it Get 50 grand and breathe on it Red dot, squeeze on
these guineas may try Break yourself, feed your death, Playa I be outta Jones Nickel and dimin', late-night crimin', cut my hands up from the phone Bill it don't get
money three ways (Three ways) Always ridin' big on the freeway {Freeway} (Wit that east coast slang that us country girls we like) Low cut caesars wit the deep waves (deep
jump jump jump jedi Stomp stomp stomp jedi Jump jump jump jedi Stomp stomp jedi [Chorus] [Verse 2] If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the
on the hog leaves you bankrupt and niggaz you spent it on, would not give a fuck and that's deep, how deep? It's deeper than Atlantis Home of the scandalous
get extremely cut the fuck up by scar thieves (*Hissin' Noises*) Who can't recognize, do I have to prove all the time Then get up close and personal
green jack Mobb Deep and 'em, we fam, got the Queen back Peep the situation, the jump is jumpin' off I'm on the low in the cut touchin' somethin' soft
you die, cousin They dressin' in black, prepared for combat Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers and macks Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust You get
em who gotta scared wearin vests (Baby: They say Mac) Ask em who got like thirty cars (Baby: They say Mac) Ask em who got strip, scars, and bars (Baby
Chorus] [Interlude: Nas] Uhh.. uhh.. (BRAVE-HEARTS.. BRAVE-HEARTS.. BRAVE-HEARTS.. BRAVE-HEARTS..) Jungle, Wiz, Nashawn! We got 'em scared look We got 'em scared
UP about that fetti) WILL (Load up your glocks, get ready) NOT LOSE (haha... jea jea jea!) [Hook 2:] Hood niggaz if your arms up, bear it out Niggaz ain't scared
