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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 in your pocket
Here come the straight out the projects
We live the life the blood spills
Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you
Warnin', always keep a gun on him
Pull out, four head gone 'n' sloppy, 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 wild out there so
guns at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, for heaven, livin' in hell
'em hos, born to cope since I was 12
Way too walk around all the time
a Gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

Braveheart to the graveyard, go niggas
Scared straight, but them hos
Keep it, 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 bitches in 'Burban districts
I'm on passin' chumps
And very thoroughly by god's son

And is the military turn it up
My erase a ton, your son less thump nah
talk, feet walk 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 passin'
And very thoroughly by God's son

G-O-D S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a estrogen
my testosterone, male hormone
Enough for a giant's body, science
Don't tempt me, EMS 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 this style, or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Mobb
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 a show niggas are rich
Town niggas
I'm six deep, six bank accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a that's so tired
While pictures of just livin' it up
A million of us, each nigga 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, it's okay, 'cause you dyin'

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

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