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

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

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

Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go
straight, but fuck them hos
Keep it, dead
Believe it don't believe us, until you see me
Now you sleep with fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and sober bitches in districts
I'm on passin' 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, feet you run uh
Rat ta-tat, them shots come
Drop son, out
You better send 'em back son or feel that
The be like one
I'm movin' on chumps
And very thoroughly by God's son

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

Remember the, original, y'all still tryin' a show niggas are
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 just it up
A million of us, nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the only way you sicker us
Gettin' with 22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway

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

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