Bravehearts

Bravehearts - Eat These Bullets lyrics

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Turn that shit up, Brave-hearts, I'll Will (Bravehearts)





'Cause it's drug dealing, cat peeling

Police always looking for me

A warrant? Is you retarded?

Eat these bullets nigga

We Bravehearted





Could you believe the D's found out about the heroin

Crime organize, everyday nigga selling 'em

Bundles for Jungle, people gotta die

We come through and jump you, dump out that .45

So many individuals is put in critical

It's fucking pitiful, you snitch, gotta get rid of you

Shootouts in the morning, drive-bys at night

Even the police is scared of the Bravehearts gun fights





FBI cointel for all my niggas we deep

Diss your attorney, is this for my niggas while they asleep

Wire attach every clique on the phone when we speak

Fuck them niggas! can't take my freedom of speech

I've been killed ten niggas

Fuck they think this is, I've been here living

Under foul condition, SLAUGHTER!

It's a mothafucking riot, watch it

Now I'm reaching for them shells and guns up in the closet

'Cause I be...









Now it's a thousand niggas fucked up in my city

Now it's a thousand niggas fucked up in yo city

No pity, niggas turning them guns n blast 'em n toss 'em

Niggas turning them ones in millions and flossing

Why ask why nigga, do what you do

I kill a nigga for stealing, lay him and his whole crew

'Cause a nigga keep getting off slowly but more deadly

Fuck it if niggas want it my nine then bring empty





Uh, I don't kill niggas no more, now I kill crackers

Strong as Warren Sapp is, long as a giraffe is

F-150's & F-250's, Governor, order me about two Bentleys

From Rip Kaplan, I don't fuck with Aspen's

Too black for that, too tough for Hampton's

Rock Hermes, turn heads

Puff with Rasta hoes and skeet sperm in their dreads

Body whoever leak words to the Feds

My camaraderie from the streets will murder you dead

Flee NYC when it's freezing

To MIA, get this shit

My diamonds come with GIA certificates

Y'all stones is clones, I'm full grown

Hoes call my name on bullhorns

In the middle of an NBA playoff

Whatever nigga, we can face off

Wet a nigga with the AK or-

Oops, I mean kill a cracker

The truth, I'm the realest rapper

Bravehearts running this shit

God's Son, Governor, LES, Jungle and Wiz














                   
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