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

Tuck in your chain put your watch in pocket
come the Braveheart straight out the projects
We live the life where the spills
Same thing that get you nigga, get you killed
Warnin', always keep a gun on him
Pull out, head gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
range 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 out there so crack
guns at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, to cope since I was 12
Way too walk around all the time
With a Gray Mack 10 and a pocket o' dimes

to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but them hos
it, dead serious
Believe it believe us, until you see me creepin'
Now you sleep with fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and sober in 'Burban districts
I'm on passin' chumps
And thoroughly promoted by god's son

And this is the military it up
My moves erase a ton, your son less nah
Heat talk, walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear them come
son, pull out
You better send 'em back son or feel that
The peeps be one
I'm movin' on passin'
And very thoroughly by God's son

G-O-D S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, hormone
Enough for a giant's body, science
Don't me, EMS against you, me I'm just invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in
That's that, who made style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's or Mobb Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya
I wear Esco, I got a new line comin' 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 that's so
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
Gettin' bagged with 22's now a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you anyway

Yo, is for them High School drop outs
who copped out
If you prefer shots knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it
Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless 'till the 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, on my head

Nigga stop blazin' cuz ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the empty stupid, Queens
so ruthless, really excuses is
Useless to swift executioners
And thats nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke haze
Runnin' from D's quickly rookies
G wiz you what I'm all about
To all my niggas