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

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

Earl, death is the ways of the world
Y'all made
Tryin' to wild out there so
Bust guns at Bow age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, to cope since I was 12
Way too foul walk around all the
a Gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

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

And this is the military it up
My moves erase a ton, son less thump nah
talk, feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear them shots
Drop son, out
You better send 'em back son or that casket
The be like 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 female's
my testosterone, male hormone
Enough for a body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't me, EMS against you, me I'm just invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be in Harlem
That's that, who this style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's or Mobb Deep?
Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death
I wear Esco, I got a new line comin' like cinemas

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

Yo, is for them High School drop outs
who copped out
If you shots over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, crack, sellin' smack
You it, you ain't turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless the world end
Gettin' high with my enemy's
I used to have a bike on a bench, now I got a on this 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 thats nigga, all day
Pump o' crack, smoke purple haze
from D's quickly knockout rookies
G wiz you know I'm all about
To all my niggas