What You Gonna Do

[Intro: Nas]
Straight out of QB niggas
This is Nas, lo
With my braveheart niggas
Jungle, Wiz and Horse
Fuckin with these Ca$h Money Millionaires
So what yall gonna do about that, niggas

[Chorus: Nas]
We on your block, we got rocks
You got robbed, that man got shot
That nigga's dead, come get revenge
We getting money, we in a Benz
We drive cars, we fuck your hoes
We taking charge, we gettin' dough
Y'all niggas pussy, I cut your face
I'm in your hood, Every fucking day

[Verse 1: Wiz]
Yeah What up nigga I'm 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 I'm with is Horse and Jung
And of course, you'll 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 y'all, 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 ain't gonna save you so when I AK you and spray you
I run in your spot and take all what's yours
So you lay on the floor, we expanding
What you gonna to do about it nigga? Not a damn thing

[Chorus: Nas]
We on your block, we got rocks
You got robbed, that man got shot
That nigga's dead, come get revenge
We getting money, we in a Benz
We drive cars, we fuck your hoes
We taking charge, we gettin' dough
Y'all niggas pussy, I cut your face
I'm in your hood, Every fucking day

[Verse 2]
What the fuck y'all was born brave?
I put a slug through your corn braids
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 3: 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 I'm living on
Queens bridge murders kings live merciless
Heartless, crazy, Mercedes the projects
Young killas, OG's, enemies, targets
Blow weed, Hennessy, more beef, let it be
No chance of wetting me, I hold heat in the streets
Rolls Royce drop top, cruising 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
I'll fuck the ho 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 ain't thuggin' you lie bitch, brave till we die bitch

[Verse 4: Horse]
I'm the nigga that would kill 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 [?]
I'm 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 fool me in their songs
I'm 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 y'all niggas know what's up
From the projects to penthouse y'all niggas better look out
Before these Braveheart motherfuckers put they gun in your mouth

[Chorus: Nas]
We on your block, we got rocks
You got robbed, that man got shot
That nigga's dead, come get revenge
We getting money, we in a Benz
We drive cars, we fuck your hoes
We taking charge, we gettin' dough
Y'all niggas pussy, I cut your face
I'm in your hood, Every fucking day

[Outro: Nas]
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!)