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

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

Call Earl, death is the 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
Believe it don't us, until you see me creepin'
Now you sleep them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them and sober bitches in 'Burban districts
I'm movin' on chumps
And thoroughly promoted by god's son

And is the military turn it up
My moves erase a ton, son less thump nah
Heat talk, walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear them shots
Drop son, out
You better send 'em back son or feel casket
The peeps be one
I'm movin' on passin'
And very thoroughly promoted by son

G-O-D S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a estrogen
my testosterone, male hormone
Enough for a giant's body, S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in
That's that, who made this style, or X
Are you Tfo's or Mobb Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya
I never wear Esco, I got a new line like cinemas

Remember the, original, still tryin' a show niggas are rich
house niggas
I'm six deep, six bank accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck so tired
While pictures of Bravehearts just it up
A million of us, each inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the only way you than us
Gettin' bagged with 22's now you's a ridiculous
No need for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you anyway

Yo, this is for them High School outs
who copped out
If you prefer shots over
coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it
gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' high my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have a bike on a bench, now I got a jeep on trip
Coke in the pot, on my head

Nigga dont stop blazin' cuz ya target's
Shoot 'till the gun's stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
to these swift executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke purple
Runnin' from D's quickly knockout
G wiz you know I'm all about
To all my niggas