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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 get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle always 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, death is the of the world
Y'all criminals
Tryin' to wild out there so
Bust at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in
Fuckin' 'em hos, to cope since I was 12
Way too foul walk around all the
a Gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go
straight, but fuck them hos
Keep it, serious
Believe it don't us, until you see me creepin'
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 very promoted by god's son

And is the military turn it up
My moves erase a ton, your son thump nah
Heat talk, feet you run uh
Rat ta-tat, them shots come
son, pull 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

S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, male
Enough for a body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just
Like Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in Harlem
That's that, who made style, solo or X
Are you Doctor or Mobb Deep?
Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death
I wear Esco, I got a new line comin' like cinemas

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

Yo, this is for High School drop outs
Niggas who out
If you shots over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you turn it back
Braveheart's money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' high my enemy's girlfriend
I used to a bike on a bench, now I got a jeep on this trip
Coke in the pot, heat on my

Nigga dont stop blazin' cuz ya target's
Shoot 'till the gun's stupid, Queens
so ruthless, really excuses is
Useless to these swift
And thats nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, purple haze
Runnin' from D's knockout rookies
G wiz you what I'm all about
To all my niggas