[talking]
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yea, 2004, BraveHeart, uh huh
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[Chorus]
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First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
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Count my cash flow
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Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the range rove
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Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east coast
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to tha west coast, yall know how we go
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First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
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Count my cash flow
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[Verse 1]
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I say we got them big guns dat tear yo ass up
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How we do thangs, you'll get yo' ass gut
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Styrofoam in yo' casket, you lying in tha dust
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Yo' pistol packin years wasn't nuttin, see how we hit 'em
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To tha body, and the streets so strong
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Telling my bitches and my niggas hold on
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I know I'm getting high, I fuck a bitch she cry
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She hold me so tight never want me to be gone
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Now I'm wrong, this Gee Wiz ?
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Now you it's him it's me
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I'm flossin wit my other half Jungle yall see
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So when we step up we waste no time
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We flut up ya fans, and take 'em, they mine
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I throw a nigga, stomp a nigga BraveHeart style
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No set can come close to us, fool, they clowns
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The Battle of my ? it go round and round
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I turn a stupid ass smile upside down
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[Chorus]
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First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
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Count my cash flow
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Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the range rove
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Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east coast
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to tha west coast, yall know how we go
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First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
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Count my cash flow
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[Verse 2]
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Yo' you popin off wit them BraveHearts
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Gettin' money son it's all about dat paper
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yea, them bitches want me on top of them
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They see them diamonds, they always sparklin
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I be ill legal wit dat desert eagle
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I hit you all up in yo head in front of yo people
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Nigga, I empty out on yo bitch ass
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You'll be dead so fast shit push back
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Cause life aint shit but bitches end millions
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Good investments like acres and buildings
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Lil Shortys in tha hood raisin them children
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Baby dad locked up or somebody killed 'em
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Fa real yo, it's crazy yo', drama all day yo
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My niggas in prison wanna hear me on tha radio
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Cause where I'm from yo, life aint a game yo
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Jungle's my name yo, blow wit a fo' fo'
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[Chorus]
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First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
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Count my cash flow
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Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the range rove
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Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east coast
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to tha west coast, yall know how we go
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First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
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Count my cash flow
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[Verse 3]
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Yo' the cash must be made
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Organized crime, cook up a kilo break it down
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to dimes, spread it out in packages ? and ?
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Fuck them handcuffs the cops can't touch us
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A fourty-five, they got accurate aim
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If you aint in my game take a bullet to tha brain
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Shit, nobody cares, life aint fair
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I feel like I was born in an electric chair
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Yo' wheres tha jungle, gon' be here for years
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Just a stopper through the game like the numba man
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In the hood, ? you got ? BraveHeart slam
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Step up on tha side my man you don't undastand
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I'm from tha QB side of things, things is things but
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You know my niggas,yo they let them things ring
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And we right, straight right through yall niggas
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Snatchin dat paper, & you know we snatch a couple bitches right
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[Chorus]
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First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
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Count my cash flow
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Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the range rove
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Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east coast
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to tha west coast, yall know how we go
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First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
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Count my cash flow
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Cash Flow
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| Bravehearts |
