What You Gonna Do

Lyrics

[Intro: Nas] Straight out of Q.B., niggas This is Nas, yo With my Braveheart niggas Jungle, Wiz, and Horse Fuckin' with these Ca$h Money Millionaires So what ya'll gonna do about that, niggas? [Chorus 1: Jungle, (Big Horse & Wiz)] We on your block (What you gonna do?) We got rocks (What you gonna do?) You got robbed (What you gonna do?) That man got shot (What you gonna do?) That nigga's dead (What you gonna do?) Come get revenge (What you gonna do?) We getting money (What you gonna do?) We in a Benz (What you gonna do?) We drive cars (What you gonna do?) We fuck your hoes (What you gonna do?) We taking charge (What you gonna do?) We gettin' dough (What you gonna do?) Y'all niggas pussy (What you gonna do?) I cut your face (What you gonna do?) I'm in your hood (What you gonna do?) Every fucking day (What you gonna do?) [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 become a corpse if you fuckin' 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 trust in God? You better trust Him, have Him 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: Wiz, (Big Horse)] We on your block (What you gonna do?) We got rocks (What you gonna do?) You get robbed (What you gonna do?) That man got shot (What you gonna do?) That nigga's dead (What you gonna do?) Come get revenge (What you gonna do?) We getting money (What you gonna do?) Riding in a Benz (What you gonna do?) We drive cars (What you gonna do?) We fuck your hoes (What you gonna do?) We take charge (What you gonna do?) We get the dough (What you gonna do?) Y'all niggas pussy (What you gonna do?) We cut your face (What you gonna do?) I'm in your hood (What you gonna do?) Every fucking day (What you gonna do?) [Verse 2: Jungle] What the fuck? Y'all was born brave? I'll put a slug through your corn braids Summertime, broad day You'll 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 Queensbridge murderers, kings live merciless Heartless, crazy, Mercedes, the projects Young killas, OG's, enemies, targets Blow weed, Hennessy, mo' 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, he's a hood memory Fresh Nikes, wife-beater, Knicks jersey, white sneakers Heavy like an ice freezer – deadly, not nice either I fuck the hoes 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 all she say when you done cussin', is "Bye" You ain't thuggin', you lie, bitch Brave 'til we die, bitch [Verse 4: Horse] Yo, I'm the nigga that would kill something over something small The one you can't dead it with unless you paid in full The one that hold grudges 'cause your gun game's on freeze The only thing you wetting and splittin' is Dutchies 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 (It ain't happenin'!) All them tough guys is wanksters (Wankstas!), they fooled me in they songs I'm a Braveheart to the 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 Debo 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 (Wutup!) From the projects to the penthouse, y'all better look out (Niggas!) Before these Braveheart motherfuckers put they gun in your mouth (Nigga!) [Chorus: Nas, (Big Horse)] We on your block (What you gonna do?) We got rocks (What you gonna do?) You get robbed (What you gonna do?) Your man get shot (What you gonna do?) That nigga's dead (What you gonna do?) Come get revenge (What you gonna do?) We gettin' money (What you gonna do?) We riding in the Benz (What you gonna do?) We drive cars (What you gonna do?) We fuck your hoes (What you gonna do?) We takin' charge (What you gonna do?) We get the dough (What you gonna do?) Y'all niggas pussy (What you gonna do?) We cut your face (What you gonna do?) We in the hood (What you gonna do?) Every fucking day (What you gonna do?) [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 ya'll niggas What ya'll gonna do about it? Nothin' Bunch of corny ass, phony ass niggas Need to get brave, nigga – we Brave, nigga (Bravehearts!) Brave to the death, baby Ill Will (Bravehearts! Huh)