Braveheart for So wit me? Yea Yea Why don't y'all on these niggas, man?
Tuck in your chain put watch in your pocket Here the Braveheart straight out the projects We live the life where the spills Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you Warnin', jungle keep a gun on him out, four head gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds Close so my bullets don't swerve, curve No bullshit, in ya hand, find me
Earl, death is the ways of the world Y'all made Tryin' to wild out there so guns at Bow Wow's age Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, in hell Fuckin' 'em hos, born to cope I was 12 Way too foul walk around all the With a Gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o'
to the graveyard, let's go niggas Scared straight, but them hos Keep it, dead Believe it believe us, until you see me creepin' Now you sleep them fishes G-W-I-Z, so To all them ghetto and sober in 'Burban districts I'm on passin' chumps And very promoted by god's son
And this is the military it up My moves a ton, your son less thump nah talk, feet walk you run uh Rat ta-tat, hear shots come son, pull out You better send 'em back son or feel that The peeps be one I'm movin' on chumps And very thoroughly promoted by son
G-O-D S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a female's With my testosterone, male for a giant's body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just Like Mike said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in Harlem That's that, who made style, solo or X Are you Doctor or Mobb Deep? Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya I never wear Esco, I got a new line like cinemas
the, original, y'all still tryin' a show niggas are rich Town house I'm six deep, six bank accounts in six countries Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck so tired While of Bravehearts just livin' it up A million of us, each inchin' a bus You got a house in Virginia the only way you than us bagged with 22's now you's a ridiculous fuck No need for the gun play, it's okay, you dyin' anyway
Yo, this is for High School drop outs Niggas who out If you prefer shots knockouts coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack You thuggin' it, you ain't it back Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless the world end Gettin' with my enemy's girlfriend I used to a bike on a bench, now I got a jeep on this trip Coke in the pot, heat on my
Nigga stop blazin' cuz ya target's movin' 'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens Niggas so ruthless, really is Useless to swift executioners And thats nigga, all day Pump o' crack, smoke purple haze Runnin' from D's quickly rookies G wiz you know what I'm all To all my niggas