Nas, Nature and Bravehearts - I Wanna Live

Braveheart niggas
(Jungle) , IllWill niggas (Wizard)
Made of steel niggas
(Horse) , robothugs (Nature)
We can't be stopped by them bitch-ass cops
(Braveheart)
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 e-vil
But these black millionaires will
Live and survive we will stay alive

A quick reality check, salaries and sex
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
(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

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?
(Bravehearts, nigga Bravehearts nigga what)

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 hit's
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 nuttin 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, it's no joke)

Bravehearts, IllWill (all this cash)
Belly (Bravehearts in the Belly)
Horse (Belly) , Jungle, Wiz (survivin in the Belly) , Nature
We will survive (survivin in the Belly)
And teach (we will survive)
And reach (IllWill to survive)
From heart to heart, my body and soul
(Braveheart niggas)
Braveheart till the death

Written by:
EUGENE GRAY, JABARI JONES, JEAN CLAUDE OLIVIER, JEREMIAH BAXTER, MICHAEL EPPS, NASIR JONES, SAMUEL J BARNES

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Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

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