16 Seconds

intro

Uh, uh, 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'a the town

yeah I been that

You know I click-clack

where you and your

mans at

do the Smurf

do the Wop baseball bat

Rooftop like we bringing

eighty-eight 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 at?

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 ni**as lit up

the reefer

Trunk'a the car

we got the streetsweeper

don't start none

won't be none no reason

for your mans to panic

You don't wanna 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 diffuse

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' home-ies

parolees get money

leave the beef

alone slowly

Get out my face

you people so phoney

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 at?

where them dimes at?

Bravehearts

Bravehearts

Bravehearts

Bravehearts

I see ni**as 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, TV 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

Mommy reach in your bag

pass the fifth

I'm a leader

at last this a Don you with

my nines'll spit

ni**as loose

consciousness