(feat. Bravehearts)
Where my real ^!$$%s at
Theres a lot of real ^!$$%s out there

Theres a lot of real ^!$$%s everywhere
Thats why you don't $#&@ with just anybody
A lot of ^!$$%s is just on the low, chillin

Not botherin nobody, until one motha $#&@a $#&@ with em
And then all hell break loose


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Quiet ^!$$%s will kill
Loud ^!$$%s talk %#@!

Them be the ones that get killed
It's wild where we walk kid
Is you brave ^!$$%

Is you a slave ^!$$%
Is you a made ^!$$%
Or is you a paid ^!$$%


Well known gangstas, in trust
That we bust

Your heart and soul lies with us
Boldly go where we once took a ^!$$% before
Now the motha $#&@a beggin for more

Its the reason
Standin here shakin, hatin the haters
They watchin my paper

Realize, a 4 5 will open his eyes
Now what the $#&@ you think he saw before he drop
^!$$% standin there just like a cop

Braveheart I'm screamin up the block
Now the soldier, cadet, general in fact
Don't let me get up and show yawl motha $#&@a's respect

Plans connect
The twinkle and diamonds upon my neck
More jazz than Hornecek

I blast and leave your corner wet
Straight on top of ya
Spittin like the trench coat mafia

In a school yard we make it hard
Was poppin yawl
We made our change was stoppin yawl

They spray your names rest in peace on the ?? wall

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I wave gang signs at the youth, thats down for the cause
Cling them things in the ?? you betta get yours

Time is runnin out
Your streets is gettin smaller as we speak
Juliani turns these lights on so ^!$$%s can't creep

I miss the %#@! of days we did this
Please free John Gotti
They kept the black man eatin, not killin everybody

Drug wars is real
You have no friends in the outfield
Foul balls is deaf, umpires keep ice grilles

Theres no tomorrow its the bottom of the 9 9
Can't die a broke man with a (*##$ thats fine
My hearts full of braveness so who the $#&@ will want to save this

Fallen angel from fallen star and chaos on this nation
Don't play us on your station if you #~!!@ or you hatin
You can find us in the hood; thuggin and regulatin

Don't play us on your station if you #~!!@ or you hatin
You can find us in the hood; thuggin and regulatin


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We here to eat food, my peoples, be lethal

Shots in your body make you see through
Quiet ^!$$%s become jail riot ^!$$%s
25 to life, big never cry ^!$$%s

Floss when they up north
Chest gettin bigger
Celebs on the V I respect that ^!$$%

Rege on the regular chops is up; like a editor
Come through on man gang like the predator
If yawl wake I'll wet it up
Jungle set it up
The jackal rock you to sleep while I'm comin at you

Air out your area, Queens Bridge forever, what
Ill will the label
Bravehearts yawl scared of us

Yo when those ^!$$%s ran these ^!$$%s stayed

With these ^!$$%s switched up and (*##$ed up afraid
These ^!$$%s clicked up and ripped up the gauge
Those ^!$$%s got jail and sick cause we paid
Don't even rep Q B
You ain't got hood stripes

Looters come through catch you frontin
And its good night
Know how much force this is
Juggle horse and whiz
Notin but horses kid

We go to war for this

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