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Braveheart for
So wit me? Yea
Yea
Why don't y'all blast on niggas, man?

Tuck in your chain put watch in your pocket
Here come the straight out the projects
We the life where the blood spills
Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you
Warnin', always keep a gun on him
Pull out, four head gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you
Close range so my bullets don't swerve,
No bullshit, in ya hand, find me

Call Earl, is the ways of the world
Y'all criminals
to wild out there so crack
Bust at Bow Wow's age
in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, born to cope I was 12
Way too foul around all the time
With a Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go
straight, but fuck them hos
Keep it, serious
it don't believe us, until you see me creepin'
Now you sleep with them
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and sober bitches in districts
I'm movin' on passin'
And very thoroughly by god's son

And is the military turn it up
My moves erase a ton, your son thump nah
talk, feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, them shots come
Drop son, out
You better send 'em back son or feel casket
The be like one
I'm movin' on chumps
And thoroughly promoted by God's son

S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, male
for a giant's body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't me, EMS against you, me I'm just invincible
Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in Harlem
That's that, who this style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Deep?
Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a new comin' like cinemas

Remember the, original, y'all still tryin' a show are rich
Town house
I'm six cribs deep, six accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so
While pictures of Bravehearts livin' it up
A of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in the only way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged with 22's now a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you dyin'

Yo, this is for them High School outs
Niggas who out
If you shots over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, sellin'
You thuggin' it, you turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless the world end
Gettin' high with my girlfriend
I used to have a bike on a bench, now I got a jeep on this
Coke in the pot, on my head

Nigga stop blazin' cuz ya target's movin'
'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really is
Useless to these swift
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin' from D's knockout rookies
G wiz you know what I'm all
To all my real