Braveheart for life
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[sample - repeated 8x "Z-z-z-zone Out"]
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Nas-Bravehearts-ya knoe-I1-Remix we shot out all da fake niggaz
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we dem rumble'n da streetz
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-I1-
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I spend about amillion thousand dollaz a day
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When Im bout ta git shot I move lyke a cop & pray
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Stop & say u fukk around wit -I Wun-
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I hit u wit dem byg gunz, byg ton only ta make u syck son
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Ayo u fukk wit diz Kid I end up atcha crib
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When u live and put deeze shotz nya rib
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Ayo I myght shoot 2 but I juz shot (Wun)
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Put it ta da (Syde) uv hiz lid dawg
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And luk wut I (Did) and aint no witnesses
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Witnessin shit not even 4tunbitch or da nigga Da DIK
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Cuzzi gat shotz datta leeva nigga shock’d on hiz neighborhood blokk
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Nigga yall knoe wut tyme it iz and im styll on dat grimey shit
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Im styll grindin and shit ayo nigga im styll dat simple mind’d Kid
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So shutcha mouf and mindja bizz & mindja shit c’mon nigga mindja bitch
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Cuzzi spyt on da curve man 4git wutcha hurd
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U shit on mi wurdz itz lyke I aint gittin da respeck I deserve
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-Da Hook-
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I gat shotz he shot I shot -yeah-
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A nigga shock’d he shock’d he ryght thurr
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On every blokk itz hott im hott hurr
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I hott, yall hott, we roc niggaz scrurr’d
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-Jungle-
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Tuck in your chain put your watch in your pocket
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Here come the Braveheart straight out the projects
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We live the life where the blood spills
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Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed
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Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him
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Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, four head gone 'n
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Sloppy, droppin' you birds
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Close range so my bullets don't swerve, curve
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No bullshit
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Back in ya hand, find me
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Call Earl, death is the ways of the world
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Y'all made criminals
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Tryin' to wild out there so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow's age
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Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell
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Fuckin 'em hos, born to cope since I was 12
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Way too foul walk around all the time
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With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes
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-G.Wiz-
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Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go niggas
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Scared straight, but FUCK them hos
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Keep it, dead serious
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Believe it don't believe us, until you see me creepin',
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Now you sleep with them fishes
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G-W-I-Z, so delicious
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To all them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts
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I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
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And this is the military turn it up
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My moves erase a ton, your son less thump nah
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Heat talk feet walk you run uh
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Rat ta-tat, Hear them shots come
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Drop son, pull out
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You better send 'em back son, or feel that casket
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The peeps be like one (one)
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I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
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-Nas-
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G-O-D S-O-N I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
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With my testosterone, male hormone
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Enough for a giant's body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
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Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just, invincible
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Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be Broke in Harlem
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That's that, who made this style, solo or X
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Are you TFO's doctor or Mobb Deep
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Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya death
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I never wear Esco, I got a New Line comin' like cinemas
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Remember the, original, y'all still tryina show niggas are rich
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Town house niggas
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I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries
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Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so tired
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While pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up
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A million of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
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You got a house in Virginia
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The only way you sicker than us
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Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
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No need for the gun play, it's ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway
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-Da Hook-
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I gat shotz he shot I shot -yeah-
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A nigga shock’d he shock’d he ryght thurr
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On every blokk itz hott im hott hurr
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I hott, yall hott, we roc niggaz scrurr’d
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-chorus-
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I gat shotz datta leeva nigga shock’d
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on hiz neighborhood blokk
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Nigga yall knoe wut tyme it iz [2x]
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-Jungle-
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Yo, this is for them Heismann drop outs
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Niggas who copped out
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If you prefer shots over knockouts
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Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed
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Sellin' crack, sellin' smack
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You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it back
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Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end
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| Gettin' h |
