Made You Look
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Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts
Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts
Uh, 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 justice
But I ain't Five-O, y'all know it's Nas, yo
Grey Goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
In a white tee lookin' for wifey
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she 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 up 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-clack, where you and your mens at?
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat
Rooftop like we bringing '88 back
They shootin', aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
They shootin', aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
This ain't rappin', this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot
My live niggas lit up the reefer
Trunk of the car, we got the street sweeper
Don't start none, won't be none
No reason for your mans to panic
You don't want to see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the music defuse all the tension
Baller convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killers can move swift
Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept
All my just comin' homies, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so phony
Pull out my waist, the Eagle fo-forty
They shootin', aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
They shootin', aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
Bravehearts, Bravehearts, 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 punk-asses
Like Pun said, "You ain't even en mi clasa"
Maybach Benz, back seat, T.V. plasma
Ladies lookin' for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love
Lemme feel how the head is
Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest
And I like a little sassiness, a lotta 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 loose consciousness
Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts
Uh, 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 justice
But I ain't Five-O, y'all know it's Nas, yo
Grey Goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
In a white tee lookin' for wifey
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she 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 up 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-clack, where you and your mens at?
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat
Rooftop like we bringing '88 back
They shootin', aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
They shootin', aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
This ain't rappin', this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot
My live niggas lit up the reefer
Trunk of the car, we got the street sweeper
Don't start none, won't be none
No reason for your mans to panic
You don't want to see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the music defuse all the tension
Baller convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killers can move swift
Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept
All my just comin' homies, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so phony
Pull out my waist, the Eagle fo-forty
They shootin', aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
They shootin', aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
Bravehearts, Bravehearts, 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 punk-asses
Like Pun said, "You ain't even en mi clasa"
Maybach Benz, back seat, T.V. plasma
Ladies lookin' for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love
Lemme feel how the head is
Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest
And I like a little sassiness, a lotta 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 loose consciousness
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.46] Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts
[00:14.04] Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts
[00:21.31] Uh, now let's get it all in perspective
[00:24.13] For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step with
[00:26.86] Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
[00:29.25] But I ain't Five-O, y'all know it's Nas, yo
[00:32.05] Grey Goose and a whole lotta hydro
[00:34.20] Only describe us as soldier survivors
[00:36.86] Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
[00:39.50] In a white tee lookin' for wifey
[00:41.89] Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
[00:44.26] Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
[00:47.08] We can drive through the city no doubt
[00:49.07] But don't say my car's topless, say the titties is out
[00:52.32] Newness here's the Anthem
[00:53.82] Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot with
[00:56.87] Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
[01:00.36] Swing around like you stupid
[01:02.25] King of the town? Yeah, I been that
[01:04.46] You know I click-clack, where you and your mens at?
[01:07.11] Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat
[01:09.76] Rooftop like we bringing '88 back
[01:12.18] They shootin', aw, made you look
[01:14.76] You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
[01:17.15] Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
[01:19.93] Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
[01:22.24] They shootin', aw, made you look
[01:24.70] You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
[01:27.28] Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
[01:29.64] Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
[01:32.39] This ain't rappin', this is Street-Hop
[01:34.93] Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot
[01:37.48] My live niggas lit up the reefer
[01:39.81] Trunk of the car, we got the street sweeper
[01:42.36] Don't start none, won't be none
[01:43.95] No reason for your mans to panic
[01:45.66] You don't want to see no ambulances
[01:47.52] Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
[01:49.95] That's the way you get Timberland'd up
[01:52.33] Let the music defuse all the tension
[01:55.02] Baller convention, free admission
[01:57.34] Hustlers, dealers and killers can move swift
[01:59.90] Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept
[02:02.30] All my just comin' homies, parolees
[02:04.91] Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
[02:07.42] Get out my face, you people so phony
[02:09.83] Pull out my waist, the Eagle fo-forty
[02:12.59] They shootin', aw, made you look
[02:15.28] You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
[02:17.47] Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
[02:19.96] Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
[02:22.50] They shootin', aw, made you look
[02:25.23] You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
[02:27.54] Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
[02:29.97] Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
[02:32.30] Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts
[02:39.88] Bravehearts
[02:42.31] I see niggas runnin', yo, my mood is real rude
[02:45.49] I lay you out, show you what steel do
[02:47.56] Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges
[02:50.14] Every invitation to fight you punk-asses
[02:52.69] Like Pun said, "You ain't even en mi clasa"
[02:55.19] Maybach Benz, back seat, T.V. plasma
[02:57.73] Ladies lookin' for athletes or rappers
[03:00.10] Whatever you choose, whatever you do
[03:02.36] Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
[03:04.89] Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love
[03:07.57] Lemme feel how the head is
[03:08.99] Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest
[03:12.34] And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class
[03:15.10] Mami reach in your bag, pass the fifth
[03:17.31] I'm a leader, at last this a don you with
[03:19.89] My 9s will spit, niggas loose consciousness
[03:22.61]
[00:14.04] Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts
[00:21.31] Uh, now let's get it all in perspective
[00:24.13] For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step with
[00:26.86] Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
[00:29.25] But I ain't Five-O, y'all know it's Nas, yo
[00:32.05] Grey Goose and a whole lotta hydro
[00:34.20] Only describe us as soldier survivors
[00:36.86] Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
[00:39.50] In a white tee lookin' for wifey
[00:41.89] Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
[00:44.26] Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
[00:47.08] We can drive through the city no doubt
[00:49.07] But don't say my car's topless, say the titties is out
[00:52.32] Newness here's the Anthem
[00:53.82] Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot with
[00:56.87] Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
[01:00.36] Swing around like you stupid
[01:02.25] King of the town? Yeah, I been that
[01:04.46] You know I click-clack, where you and your mens at?
[01:07.11] Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat
[01:09.76] Rooftop like we bringing '88 back
[01:12.18] They shootin', aw, made you look
[01:14.76] You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
[01:17.15] Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
[01:19.93] Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
[01:22.24] They shootin', aw, made you look
[01:24.70] You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
[01:27.28] Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
[01:29.64] Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
[01:32.39] This ain't rappin', this is Street-Hop
[01:34.93] Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot
[01:37.48] My live niggas lit up the reefer
[01:39.81] Trunk of the car, we got the street sweeper
[01:42.36] Don't start none, won't be none
[01:43.95] No reason for your mans to panic
[01:45.66] You don't want to see no ambulances
[01:47.52] Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
[01:49.95] That's the way you get Timberland'd up
[01:52.33] Let the music defuse all the tension
[01:55.02] Baller convention, free admission
[01:57.34] Hustlers, dealers and killers can move swift
[01:59.90] Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept
[02:02.30] All my just comin' homies, parolees
[02:04.91] Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
[02:07.42] Get out my face, you people so phony
[02:09.83] Pull out my waist, the Eagle fo-forty
[02:12.59] They shootin', aw, made you look
[02:15.28] You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
[02:17.47] Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
[02:19.96] Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
[02:22.50] They shootin', aw, made you look
[02:25.23] You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
[02:27.54] Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
[02:29.97] Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
[02:32.30] Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts
[02:39.88] Bravehearts
[02:42.31] I see niggas runnin', yo, my mood is real rude
[02:45.49] I lay you out, show you what steel do
[02:47.56] Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges
[02:50.14] Every invitation to fight you punk-asses
[02:52.69] Like Pun said, "You ain't even en mi clasa"
[02:55.19] Maybach Benz, back seat, T.V. plasma
[02:57.73] Ladies lookin' for athletes or rappers
[03:00.10] Whatever you choose, whatever you do
[03:02.36] Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
[03:04.89] Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love
[03:07.57] Lemme feel how the head is
[03:08.99] Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest
[03:12.34] And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class
[03:15.10] Mami reach in your bag, pass the fifth
[03:17.31] I'm a leader, at last this a don you with
[03:19.89] My 9s will spit, niggas loose consciousness
[03:22.61]