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

Tuck in chain put your watch in your pocket
come the Braveheart straight out the projects
We live the life where the blood
thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle always a gun on him
Pull out, four gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
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 guns at Bow age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, born to cope I was 12
Way too foul 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 don't believe us, until you see me
Now you sleep with fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all ghetto and sober bitches in 'Burban districts
I'm movin' on passin'
And very thoroughly promoted by son

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

G-O-D S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, male
Enough for a giant's body, science
Don't tempt me, EMS 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 Mobb
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I never Esco, I got a new line comin' 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 that's so
pictures of Bravehearts just 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 22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway

Yo, is for them High School drop outs
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots over
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it
gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' with my enemy's girlfriend
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 cuz ya target's movin'
Shoot the gun's empty stupid, Queens
so ruthless, really excuses is
Useless to these swift
And thats nigga, all day
Pump o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin' from D's knockout rookies
G wiz you know I'm all about
To all my niggas