- They shootin' up this mother fucker ♪ Come on, bravehearts,
come on, bravehearts ♪ ♪ Everybody bravehearts ♪ ♪ Come on, bravehearts, come
on bravehearts, bravehearts ♪ ♪ Now let's get it all in perspective ♪ ♪ For all y'all enjoyment,
a song y'all can step with ♪ ♪ Y'all appointed me to bring rap ♪ ♪ But I ain't Five-O,
y'all know it's Nas, yo ♪ ♪ Grey Goose and a whole lot of hydro ♪ ♪ Only describe us as soldier ♪ ♪ Stay laced in the best, well-dressed ♪ ♪ With a white tee, lookin' for wifey ♪ ♪ Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely ♪ ♪ Put her in the coupe so we
can feel the nice breeze ♪ ♪ We can drive through
the city, no doubt ♪ ♪ But don't say my car's topless ♪ ♪ Say the titties is out ♪ ♪ Newness, here's the anthem ♪ ♪ Put your hand that you shoot
with, count your loot with ♪ ♪ Push the pool stick in your new crib ♪ ♪ Same hand that you hoop with,
swing around like you stupid ♪ ♪ King of the town? Yeah, I been that ♪ ♪ You know I click, where
you and your mens at? ♪ ♪ Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat ♪ ♪ Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back ♪ ♪ They shootin'! Aw, made you look ♪ ♪ You a slave to a page in my rhyme book ♪ ♪ Gettin' ♪ - Ay yo old on, hold
on. Yo hold on, hold on. New York City here's the
mother fucking remix. Jadakiss. ♪ I said what up ♪ ♪ Brave hearts, what up? ♪ ♪ Bravehearts, bravehearts, bravehearts ♪ ♪ Yo, ain't nothing but trouble, God, ♪ ♪ When I kick in the door ♪ ♪ With D-Block, bravehearts
and the Double ♪ ♪ Don't make me let the machine off ♪ ♪ This is methadone' music
that you can lean off ♪ ♪ "Made You Look," the
remix, with me up on it ♪ ♪ I copped your shit, now,
I break weed up on it, and ♪ ♪ Everything is real I see ♪ ♪ Like my niggas that been
home, but they only got a jail ♪ ♪ I helped the game, it ain't help me ♪ ♪ I'm top five, dead or alive,
and that's just off one LP, ♪ ♪ And I still buzz, they feel 'cause ♪ ♪ 'Cause they know the flow's
ill just like Will was ♪ ♪ I'm just tryna make sure
that my sons wealthy ♪ ♪ Out of shape, but I
make sure that my guns ♪ ♪ I'm a ape, you can't stand
'Kiss, coming through the hood ♪ ♪ In a Aston Vanquish,
the color of dandruff ♪ ♪ They said we jumped him, I
just let the gun snuff him ♪ ♪ Cop P the turbo soon
as they uncuff him ♪ ♪ This goes out to all of your mans ♪ ♪ Why put you in the verse ♪ ♪ When I can put you in a coroner van? ♪ ♪ D-Block! ♪ ♪ They shooting! Ah, made you look ♪ ♪ Where them gangsters?
Where them dimes at? ♪ ♪ They shooting! ♪ ♪ What up New York! ♪ ♪ What, what, what, what, what ♪ ♪ I'm from the school of hard knocks, ♪ ♪ Sneak peeks and low blows ♪ ♪ Where Xs mark spots
and kitchens mark Os ♪ ♪ Where Nas gon' get cha and
haters is gon' snitch ya ♪ ♪ And fingers squeeze triggers
like boa constrictors ♪ ♪ It's the, Mr. Luda, Jada and Nas ♪ ♪ And our bullets give you
a deep-tissue massage ♪ ♪ So hear a song and dance
while I make these ends ♪ ♪ You never stood half a
chance like Siamese Twins ♪ ♪ They shooting! Look in the barrel! ♪ ♪ Then he made the front
page of the Miami Herald ♪ ♪ Or Chi Tribune, nozzles
with silent doom ♪ ♪ We in that A-Town Journal as ♪ ♪ You should print my
information, quote my rhymes ♪ ♪ And keep me in between these
New York and L.A. Times ♪ ♪ I'm a victim of society,
it's 'Cris the Menace ♪ ♪ With more shit out on the streets ♪ ♪ Than evicted tenants, what ♪ ♪ They shooting! ♪ ♪ You a slave to a page in my rhyme book ♪ ♪ Gettin big money, playboy ♪ ♪ Where them gangsters?
Where them dimes at? ♪ ♪ They shooting! ♪ ♪ You a slave to a page in my rhyme book ♪ ♪ Gettin big money, playboy ♪ ♪ Where my bravehearts at? ♪ ♪ Come on bravehearts,
everybody bravehearts ♪ ♪ Everybody bravehearts, bravehearts ♪ ♪ I see niggas runnin',
yo, my mood is real rude ♪ ♪ I lay you out, show you what steel do ♪ ♪ Mobsters don't box,
my pump shot obliges ♪ ♪ Every invitation to fight you ♪ ♪ Like Pun said, you
ain't even en mi clasa ♪ ♪ Maybach Benz, back seat, TV plasma ♪ ♪ Ladies lookin' for athletes or ♪ ♪ Whatever you choose, whatever you do ♪ ♪ Make sure he a thug
and intelligent too ♪ ♪ Like a real thoroughbred is ♪ ♪ Show me love ♪ ♪ Females who's the sexiest
is always the nastiest ♪ ♪ And I like a little sassiness ♪ ♪ A lot of class ♪ ♪ Mami, reach in your
bag, pass the fifth ♪ ♪ I'm a leader at last,
this a don you with ♪ ♪ My 9s will spit, niggas
lose consciousness ♪ - New York City we love you! (crowd cheering)
