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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 pocket
Here the Braveheart straight out the projects
We the life where the blood spills
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, back in ya hand, me

Call Earl, is the ways of the world
Y'all made
Tryin' to out there so crack
Bust at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in
Fuckin' 'em hos, born to since I was 12
Way too walk around all the time
With a Mack 10 and a pocket full 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 them
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and sober bitches in 'Burban
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 less 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 on passin' chumps
And very thoroughly promoted by son

G-O-D S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a estrogen
With my testosterone, 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
Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in Harlem
That's that, who made style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Mobb
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a new line like cinemas

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

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

Nigga dont stop cuz ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the gun's stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
Useless to swift executioners
And thats nigga, all day
packs o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin' from D's knockout rookies
G wiz you know I'm all about
To all my real