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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bravehearts
Bravehearts
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J.C. Olivier
J.C. Olivier
Composer
Samuel J. "Tone" Barnes
Samuel J. "Tone" Barnes
Composer
Niqua Jones
Niqua Jones
Composer
Eugene O. Gray
Eugene O. Gray
Composer
Michael Epps
Michael Epps
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J.C. Olivier
J.C. Olivier
Producer
Samuel J. "Tone" Barnes
Samuel J. "Tone" Barnes
Producer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Braveheart ****
Ill will ****
Made of steel ****
Robo-thugs
We can't be stopped by them bitch ass cops
Made of steel, y'all bullets don't kill
We break out of jail, fuck the system
To all our black babies, boys and girls
We school y'all with 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
[Verse 2]
A quick reality check, salaries and sex
Rodents spreadin' disease and man'll carry it next
I've 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 with 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
XO to act right, stay slurrin' 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
**** hustle and die without they Braveheart
[Verse 3]
I wanna live the way my brother lives
I shall not die (Never) Why must we be so high?
I pray to God (Please, God) Take me to your path
And show me how to live with all this cash
[Verse 4]
A black robe for my queen, guns and crack for my team
With a map of fifty states that's flooded with 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 returning
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 everybody 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, Giuliani? (Bravehearts, ****, Bravehearts, ****, what?)
(What, what? Bravehearts)
[Verse 5]
I wanna live the way my brother lives
I shall not die (Never) 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
[Verse 6]
Yo, it's bugged how everybody that rhyme is thug
Either they sold drugs or rolled with Bloods
Smoke weed or blow slugs
Yeah, that's gangster, but when I see ya you show love
Where them guns at?
All y'all **** some really fun cats
Motherfucker, give me them shines, run that
Word is bond, y'all **** fronted like y'all knew me
They rep the hood but they ain't from QB
[Verse 7]
Y'all **** can never stop this, overriding the cops, we got this
Bravehearts spot 'em and drop hits
Ever so harder than a motherfucker, you see it, ****
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
**** go under, the streets open up and suck you in
Back luck is when you throw dice and nothing wins
And everything you put your hands on be crumblin'
And when everything you plan on come to an end
Some light candles with Jesus' picture on the glass
Hangin' crosses on they wall or either practice witchcraft
To bring 'em good luck, put they faith on a horse race
Some **** 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, it's no joke
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
Bravehearts, ill will (All this cash)
Belly (Bravehearts in the belly)
Hearts (Belly) Jungle, Wiz (Survivin' in the belly)
We will survive and reach (Ill will to survive)
From heart to heart, my body and soul
Braveheart ****, Braveheart till the death
Written by: Eugene O. Gray, J.C. Olivier, Michael Epps, Niqua Jones, Samuel J. "Tone" Barnes
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