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Correct I Wanna Live Lyrics
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Braveheart
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Correct I Wanna Live
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Braveheart niggas Ill-will niggas Made of steel niggas Robothugs We can't be stopped by them bitch-ass cops Made of steel, y'all bullets don't kill We break outta jail, fuck the system To all our black babies, boys and girls We school y'all wit' knowledge of the world Only to God we hail, and this money we spend it We spend it, it's the root of evil But these black millionaires will live and survive We will stay alive A quick reality check, salaries and s** Rodents spreadin' disease, and man'll carry it next I been exposed to this game, so it's that I express Blood, sweat and tears, for my stress, cigarettes and beers Newports or Kools, cautious dudes movin' in the Belly I stay aware of who I'm talkin' to Police payin' fiends off wit' food For a Snicker bar, they knock on your door, come and get you God Hit you harder than a crack pipe, live the gat life Gettin' drunk, full gallons down to half-pints X-O to act right, stay slurring my speech Hearin' silent screams at night, disturbing my sleep Burnin' my weed, the smallest thug caught a bug War stories on the bench till y'all caught a buzz I made y'all watch when the game's hot, the same park Niggas hustle and die without they Braveheart I wanna live the way my brother lives I shall not die Why must we be so high? I pray to God Take me to your path And show me how to live with all this cash A black robe for my queen, guns and crack for my team Wit a map of fifty states that's flooded wit' fiends It says, "Welcome to my town" but if you black you hang We don't tolerate no shit from pimps or gangs Fuck that, that's the rule for them fake ass cats Paradise is the place that you vacate at Very few get to make it back, or get knocked tryin' Holdin' they earning from the block, there's no returnin' Trapped in the belly of the beast week to week He shackled from his head to his feet, life is deep New York City too small for everbody to eat Some explore the world and don't give a fuck about the penalty Who's the enemy, him or me? The war on drugs will never stop, you understand that You hear me, Guiliani? I wanna live the way my brother lives I shall not die Why must we be so high? I pray to God Please take me to your path And show me how to live with all this cash Yo it's bugged, how everybody that rhyme is thug Either they sold drugs or rolled wit' Bloods Smoke weed or blow slugs Yeah, that's gangsta, but when I see ya you show love Where them guns at? All y'all niggas some really fun cats Mothafucker, give me them shines, run that Word is bond, y'all niggas fronted like y'all knew me They rep the hood but they ain't from qb Never stop this, overriding the cops, we got this Bravehearts spot 'em and drop hits Ever so harder than a mothafucker, you see it nigga Diamonds glitter, what you want to split ya Three-pound-sevens'll hit ya, focus on the picture Sparks, gun fire sent, where he went Did I miss? Perhaps, he collapsed on his back Ten to the head, either that or pins in his legs Niggas go under, the streets open up and suck you in Bad luck is when you throw dice and nothin' wins And everything you put your hands on be crumblin' And when everything you plan on come to an end Some light candles, wit Jesus picture on the glass Hangin' crosses on they walls or either practice witchcraft To bring 'em good luck, put they faith on a horse race Some niggas cook up, coke or cut up raw weight or dough We all share the same thoughts, not to be broke Some pray for fortune, but this life ain't no joke It's no joke I wanna live the way my brother lives I shall not die Why must we be so high? I pray to God Please take me to your path And show me how to live with all this cash Bravehearts, Ill-will Belly Horse Jungle, Wiz Nature We will survive And teach And reach From heart to heart, my body and soul Braveheart till the death
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