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    "Brave In The Heart" Lyrics

    Big Punisher feat. Fat Joe

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    "Remember Pun?"
    Yeah, check me out..
    "Remember Pun?"
    Terror Squad..

    [Triple Seis]
    I'll battle ya all, from the charts to ghetto stars
    Face Triple Seis the God of War like Mars
    that leave MC's smashed but my Squad, is odd
    Y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
    of my extreme fellas, rockin the (?) sweaters
    The ones who paid with they life
    I rock for forty days and forty nights, and every verse is tight
    Better than before; rough, rugged, and raw
    Chainsaw metaphor that leave your brain sore
    This ain't a game, I'll leave you maimed
    Allow me to explain I thrive on the pain while robbin your chain
    Knahmean? Do him and the fiend, grab his wallet
    Leave a trail-blazin like (Rasheed Wallace)
    What's today's knowledge? Hold your heat like The Peacemaker
    I walk the same streets the police take us
    Livin on the corner so won't speak it out my mouth
    Respect and got the money son that's all that it's about
    No doubt, silence of code, violence of mode
    Under control, can tell my real niggaz really roll
    On the low tryin to blow trees
    And for no reas', we hit a nigga up for mo' cheese
    Better relate and start to think, or be the missin link
    I got my +Hustle+ on like Larry Flynt

    [Big Pun]
    We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart
    Razor sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art
    Takin New York cats past the stars
    First it was Nasty Nas now watch me turn a Apple into Macintosh
    Computer chip locomotion flow, la cosa nostra dough
    Hold your toaster low, business never personal
    Just some words to know - if you run the streets
    come in peace or leave in pieces
    Even Jesus was killed by the polices
    They crucified him now they inject us with juice to fry 'em
    Depends on the state if death is my fate then cool I'm dyin
    If that's my destiny it's meant to be
    Just remember to bury the motherfucker that bent me right next to me
    Aight crew? (No doubt Pun!) Aight then, let's fight then
    I'm hypened, comin with the thunder and the lightning
    Invitin the comp, ice on the arm
    Nights when I storm, snipin your moms, right from the Bronx
    Mic in the palm it's the ghetto God
    I rip a nigga heart out his frame while I scream TERROR SQUAD
    Be larger than life, my initials carved in my wife
    She said she'd starve on a diet instead I'm a God in her eyes
    The father of Christ, sure to be immortal
    Guzzlin beer bottles by the dozen with Devin that's mi hermano

    "Big Pun.." ".. will be here, forever" -> [KRS]
    "We brave in the heart.."
    ".. p-p-p-playin a part"
    "Amazingly smart.."
    ".. remember Pun?", "That's the ghetto God"
    "We brave in the heart.."
    ".. p-p-p-playin a part"
    "Amazingly smart.."
    ".. remember Pun?", "That's the ghetto God"
    "We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart"
    "Big Pun.." ".. for-EVER!" -> [KRS]

    You ain't understand how I push your wig back quick
    A little quiet nigga wouldn't think I did that shit
    I'm from where the guns love to introduce theyself
    Reduce your health, little bulletproofs get felt
    Who mind ready, for this big dog who hold a nine steady
    I'm John Blazin when you see the arms razin
    Shit crime heavy already, I keep it sharper than the long 'chette
    Far from a snitch nigga who call Teddy
    I click triggers how you more ready and switch bigger
    than more berry I'm a cherry you a strawberry
    If you lost that mean I'm on top of the whip
    You plottin to flip, fuck around and get shot in the lip
    You stop with the quick and never make another move
    Even your mother lose, I hurt up your pops to pay your brother dues

    "Big Pun.."
    "Forever.. do you understand? FOREVER!" -> [KRS]

    [Fat Joe]
    Make way for krill, I don't play I spray for real
    Blow your top with the glock, that's my favorite kill
    Blaze your crib with like thirty shots
    I'm already hot, but my last one is with some dirty cops
    I play the streets with toast cause the thieves is close
    Wanna keep your post then don't beef with Joe
    Still niggaz think I won't bring the heat out
    That's like sayin Puff ain't never beat up Steve Stoute
    Truth first, Terror Squad, shoot first
    War with me and you guaranteed to leave the earth
    I'm, dressed to kill, my niggaz rep for real
    Joe Crack's back like I never had a deal
    Hungry and shit, it don't get more lovely than this
    Blow a hole through your ribs just for runnin your lips
    The street's a trip; either you deep or you sleep with the fish
    I keep a fifth for them niggaz that's seekin to flip

    "We brave in the heart.."
    ".. p-p-p-playin a part"
    "Amazingly smart.."
    ".. remember Pun?", "That's the ghetto God"
    "We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart"
    "Big Pun.." ".. for-EVER!" -> [KRS]
    "Do you understand? FOREVER!" -> [KRS]
    This song was submitted on March 9th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Christopher Rios, Joseph Cartagena, Lawrence Parker, Sam Garcia, Barry White, Richard Perez, Emmett North, Christopher E Martin.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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