Dance With You
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Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my
Dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring them
Back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit
Da old time clique
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death
Not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn
Pumpin' in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the
Night is the scariest they handcuff me
They knew my government and alias
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land
Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and
Make them make thotties
Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in they strollers
Before they walk they knew the hood talk
It's in the air of New York
So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own
In dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we grown and
These guns come out circle of life
It's kinda deep how we end out

Yo them niggas that wanted beef before
Don't want no beef no mo

Ya'll niggas better sober up before
Ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
Last rapper that raised his voice to me
Got jabbed in da eye
Now if I say I'm gone get you, I'mma get ya
On da strength of da inf
From long range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit
Ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya
You need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to paint pictures
Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me
For ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book
Curtis Jackson known for creatin' action
By rapidly clappin' nigga I stay strapped
So much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah
Afta they seen her this QB shit
Bout to take me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel
It's that real

Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck wanna war
I got a four four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out
Guinness Stout
Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out
Smack your man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him with two
I left some for you
I put four, QB rugged and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats
Fish held back gats scope wit a beam on it
Loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it
I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe
With your skelly off break ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket
I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug
Now who da fuck want it with me

I mastered the art of slap
Boxin' niggas in da dark
QB's big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
I'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of gats
Testin' macks at your bulletproof
Vests and hats

How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back
When trucks backfire, I bust back
How bout that
Stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
Ya'll niggas ain't gangsta rap
Ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats
When we come around da front, stop

Uh huh
Ya'll can't fuck around ya'll get dropped
When guns pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin'
QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon
Straight to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells
Go straight home
Never slip, my Ill Will to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak
Pullin' triggers at my shadow




Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your block up

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Who U Rep With" by Nas Bravehearts are a reflection on the past and present state of their hometown Queen's Bridge, New York City. The first verse speaks on remembering those who have passed away and the situations that have led to their absence. The verse also discusses the contrast between the wealthy, flashy individuals and those who are struggling, namely the dogs trapped up north. The song then transitions to describe the harsh realities of living in Queensbridge, referencing encounters with law enforcement and gun violence. The second verse is directed at any rivals or individuals who may have an issue with the Bravehearts, with the group reminding them of their strength and willingness to defend themselves.


Overall, "Who U Rep With" is a reflection of the group's origins and experiences growing up in Queensbridge. It highlights both the good and bad aspects of their hometown, emphasizing the sense of community and loyalty that comes with growing up together, while also acknowledging the violence and dangers that exist.


Line by Line Meaning

Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Respect to the wealthy who flaunt their success and riches


Pour some liquors out to my Dogs trapped up north
Honoring and remembering incarcerated friends


Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist Only wishin' we could bring them Back with songs like dis
Recalling lost loved ones, mourning their absence and wishing they were still around to hear the music


Old flicks on us chillin' wit Da old time clique Holdin' nines, thoughts of death Not our lives we risk How it use to be, early morn Pumpin' in shifts
Memories of hanging out with friends, armed and accepting the risk of violence that came with gang activity, reminiscing about the past and how it used to be


Jakes wit pale faces in the Night is the scariest they handcuff me They knew my government and alias Various calls were made up for awarin' us
Police are a constant threat in the night, arresting gang members who are known by multiple names and aliases, so that they cannot be recognized


The D's in the marked vans and cabs In our land Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty Turnin' out young lady's and Make them make thotties
Police operate in plain sight and gang members commit violent acts against young women, turning them into prostitutes


Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out Thug babies, famous in they strollers Before they walk they knew the hood talk It's in the air of New York So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up Treatin' them like they own In dis hood we call home
Young children are exposed to violence and drugs from a young age and are celebrated for their association with the gang culture


Fist fight till we grown and These guns come out circle of life It's kinda deep how we end out
Fights are common in childhood but as we get older, these fights escalate to gun violence, highlighting the tragic cycle of gang activity and its consequences


Yo them niggas that wanted beef before Don't want no beef no mo
Former enemies no longer want to engage in violence


Ya'll niggas better sober up before Ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
Don't confront me while under the influence of drugs or alcohol


Last rapper that raised his voice to me Got jabbed in da eye
The last rapper who showed disrespect was physically hurt


Now if I say I'm gone get you, I'mma get ya On da strength of da inf From long range I can hit ya
I have the capability and determination to hurt you, even from afar


You find out them niggas who wit Ya ain't even wit ya After da gem stars split ya You need an MD to stitch ya
When the shooting starts, you find out that your supposed allies are not on your side. You may need medical attention after being injured


Peep how I use words to paint pictures Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me For ten cents to got hit ya
I am skilled at storytelling and can make others do my bidding, including committing violence


Look my name up in the law book Curtis Jackson known for creatin' action By rapidly clappin' nigga I stay strapped So much I nickname gats Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina Two niggas went to see Allah Afta they seen her this QB shit Bout to take me to da next level Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel
My reputation as a violent criminal is legendary. I have a nickname for all of my guns and I continue to pursue more wealth and power through criminal activities


Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck wanna war I got a four four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw You see me thugged out, iced out Guinness Stout Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out Smack your man down, you ran off I was gonna hit him with two I left some for you I put four, QB rugged and raw I got somethin' for these rap cats Fish held back gats scope wit a beam on it Loc put your cream on it Shine don't scheme on it I make your dream about it Forever, whatever whatever get gully Shots thru your leather and clothe With your skelly off break ya'll clowns off Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket I don't give a fuck who you be Millennium Thug Now who da fuck want it with me
I am ready and willing to engage in violence with anyone who challenges me, and I have the weapons to back it up. I am fearless and highly skilled in combat


I mastered the art of slap Boxin' niggas in da dark QB's big man, Horse of the Bravehearts I'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of gats Testin' macks at your bulletproof Vests and hats
I am a skilled fighter and collector of weapons, testing their effectiveness against bulletproof gear


How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back When trucks backfire, I bust back How bout that Stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back Ya'll niggas ain't gangsta rap Ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats When we come around da front, stop Uh huh Ya'll can't fuck around ya'll get dropped When guns pop, who's tellin' Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin' QB NIGGA WHAT Two-time felon, straight to da melon Straight to da dome Send a nigga back, get da shells Go straight home Never slip, my Ill Will to survive is so deep Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak Pullin' triggers at my shadow Bravehearts pop up Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your block up
I am always on high alert and ready to engage in violence. I will attack anyone who challenges me, and I have a crew of Bravehearts who follow my lead




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@Mettis3

"Dance"

One more time, one more time
Uh, one more time
Uh, one more time

I dream of the day I can go back to when I was born
Layin' in your arms, wishin' you was here today, Mom
Wish you'd appear, just for a second from Heaven
My tears would be gone, I wouldn't be rappin' this song
I'd be happy drivin' up to your eight-bedroom mansion
Up late, laughin' about the hard times we faced
The galaxy is so enchantin' beyond, Galileo's understandin'
Past the Milky Way and all the planets
There's somethin' out there greater, but only God knows
Scientists claim we came from apes, but they lies though
That was part of our conversation
I spark one up and start blazin'
Thinkin' of how amazin' she was, an angel gave me love
I'm thankful to ever know a woman so real
I pray, when I marry, my wife'll have one of your skills
But Mom, you could never be replaced
I'd give my life up just to see you one more day, to have—

One more dance with you, Momma
If I could only have
One more dance with you, Momma
Praying, wishing that I could have
One more dance with you, Momma
If I could only have
One more dance with you, Momma

I wish you were here, I miss you more each second I breathe
You resting in peace, forever, I accepted you free
A blessing to me, I see you dressed in all white
Smilin' at me, happy, knowin' everything's all right
If only I could hear your voice and your laughter
Just one more time, my chest would be filled up with sunshine
April 7th '02, that's when the gates of Heaven opened up
For you to stroll through, beautiful Anne Jones
Job is done, raising ghetto kids in the hood
You was my strength to carry on, and now I'm good
Job well done, you lived through your sons and grandchildren
Jesus finally got his bride, Mommy, dance with him!
And you've been my guide through all the trouble I faced
They playin' our song, the life-beat, my hand on your waist
I grab your other hand, I'm tryin' not to step on your toes
Spin you around with my eyes closed, dreaming I can have—

One more dance with you, Momma
If I could only have
One more dance with you, Momma
Praying, wishing that I could have
One more dance with you, Momma
If I could only have
One more dance with you, Momma

I love you forever, Mom
You will always live through me, always
Uh, uh, uh, yeah



All comments from YouTube:

@manonthemoon5147

Never once have I made it through this song without crying.

@scelonkwanyana3436

Same here

@MoTigerBlood

Same

@RapFanatic4ever

I listen to this when I need a good cry

@MileziunMile

O1NE Time it Took 5hours with Tears With This Song

@MileziunMile

@@RapFanatic4ever yeah.same.or if There's No Possibility to Hear it : I Think of Hearing This

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@marksexton6913

My mom passed away today and this song really helped me out … thank you nas for this beautiful track

@kaps7458

sorry for your loss bro

@lerobshow6300

My father just passed away few hours ago and im here listening to this and crying my ass off. Thanks you Nasir 🙏🙏

@mofejohn4721

Sorry 4 ur loss,✌💜

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