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

in your chain put your watch in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart straight out the
We the life where the blood spills
Same that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle always a gun on him
out, four head 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
made criminals
Tryin' to out there so crack
guns 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 around all the time
With a Gray Mack 10 and a full o' dimes

to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but them hos
it, dead serious
Believe it believe us, until you see me creepin'
Now you sleep with fishes
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 erase a ton, your son less thump nah
Heat talk, walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear shots come
Drop son, out
You better send 'em son or feel that casket
The peeps be one
I'm movin' on chumps
And very thoroughly promoted by son

S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, hormone
Enough for a giant's body, S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't me, EMS against you, me I'm just invincible
Like Mike said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in Harlem
That's that, who made this style, or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Mobb
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya
I never Esco, I got a new line comin' like cinemas

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

Yo, this is for them High School outs
who copped out
If you prefer over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it
Braveheart's gettin' money 'till 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'
Shoot the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
to these swift executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
packs o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin' from D's knockout rookies
G wiz you know what I'm all
To all my niggas