Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Wanna Live, artist - Braveheart.
Date of issue: 02.11.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Wanna Live |
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 |
Chorus |
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 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 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) |
*Dr. |
Trevis-like voice* |
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 |