Big Tymers - What You Gonna Do lyrics

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Big Tymers - What You Gonna Do lyrics

Intro: Straight out of QB n***as This is nas, lo With my braveheart n***as Jungle, wiz and horse f**in with these cash money millionaires So what yall gonna do about that n***as Hook: We on your block We got rocks You got robbed The man got shot That n***a's dead Come get revenge We getting money We in the benz We drive cars We f** your hoes We taking charge We gettin dough Yall n***as p**y I cut your face I'm in your hood Every f**ing day [Verse One: Wiz] Yeah What up n***a im back f** you got the mac Touch you and them n***as you with The bigger your clique the bigger my clip The bigger my gun them n***as im with is horse and jung And of course youll become a corpse if you f**ing with me The 44 caliber k**er 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 n***as was bustin He ain't 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 n***a? Not a damn thing Hook: We on your block We got rocks You got robbed The man got shot That n***a's dead Come get revenge We getting money We ridin in the benz We drive cars We f** your hoes We taking charge We get the dough Yall n***as p**y We cut your face We in your hood Every f**ing day [Verse 2a] What the f** 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 g**n [Verse 2b: Nas] Yo last night it was on n***as came pistols drawn Poppin off I had to run they shot one the kid is gone n***as quick to get it on know the block im living on Queens bridge murders kings live merciless Heartless crazy mercedes the projects young k**as 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 n***a f**ed around hes a hood memory Fresh nikes wife beater knicks jersey white sneakers Heavy like an ice freezer deadly not nice either Ill f** the ho with p**y that's mind blowing Do my thug dance in clubs with my nine showing n***as tell they hoes, "why you f**ing with nas? He just gonna nut on your eyes Have you s** all his guys And also he say when you done cussin his by" You ain't thuggin you lie b**h Brave till we die b**h [Verse 2c: Horse] ??? a n***a that would k** 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 ??? Im the one that lift the skirts up on fake a** rappers That be k**in for a long time but now it don't happen All them tough guys is wa*ksters they ??? me in their songs Im a braveheart till d**h 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 n***as know whats up From the projects to penthouse yall n***as better look out Before these braveheart motherf**ers put they gun in your mouth Hook: We on your blocks We got Glocks You get robbed The man get shot That n***a's dead Come get revenge We getting money We ridin in the benz We drive cars We f** your hoes We taking charge We gettin dough Yall n***as p**y We cut your face We in your hood Every f**ing day sh** talking at end: We in your hood Every f**ing day n***as Every day n***as, huh Look around n***as We on top What you gonna do about it n***a? What you got to say about it n***a? That's right That's right Run all over yall n***as What yall gonna do about it? Nothin Bunch of corny a** phony a** n***as Get brave n***a we brave n***a (bravehearts!) Brave to the d**h baby (bravehearts!)

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