Made You Look (remix) Lyrics

Made You Look (remix) lyrics

Bravehearts, bravehearts

Bravehearts, bravehearts

Bravehearts, bravehearts

Bravehearts



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 men's 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 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 niggas 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 up



Let the music diffuse all the tention

Baller convention, free admission

Hustlers, dealers and killers'ca move swift

Girls get close, you'ca 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 at? Where them dimes at?



Bravehearts, bravehearts

Bravehearts, bravehearts



I see niggaz 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 not even En Mi Clasa"

Make backspins, 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 thorough bred 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 lead ya at last, this a don you wit'

My nines'll spit, niggaz loose consciousness