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

Tuck in your chain put your in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart straight out the
We live the where the blood spills
Same thing that get you nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle keep a gun on him
Pull out, four gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my bullets swerve, curve
No bullshit, back in ya hand, me

Call Earl, is the ways of the world
made criminals
Tryin' to wild out so crack
Bust at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, born to since I was 12
Way too foul walk all the time
With a Gray Mack 10 and a full o' dimes

to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but fuck hos
it, dead serious
Believe it don't believe us, you see me creepin'
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, them shots come
Drop son, out
You better 'em back son or feel that casket
The be like one
I'm movin' on passin'
And very promoted by God's son

G-O-D S-O-N a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, male
Enough for a giant's body, science
tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton be broke in Harlem
That's that, who made style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a new line comin' cinemas

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

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

Nigga dont stop blazin' cuz ya movin'
'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
Useless to these executioners
And thats nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, purple haze
from D's quickly knockout rookies
G wiz you know what I'm all
To all my niggas