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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 watch in your pocket
Here the Braveheart straight out the projects
We live the life where the spills
Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you
Warnin', jungle keep a gun on him
out, four head gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No bullshit, in ya hand, find me

Earl, death is the ways of the world
Y'all made
Tryin' to wild out there so
guns 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'

to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but them hos
Keep it, dead
Believe it believe us, until you see me creepin'
Now you sleep them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and sober in 'Burban districts
I'm on passin' chumps
And very promoted by god's son

And this is the military it up
My moves a ton, your son less thump nah
talk, feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear shots come
son, pull out
You better send 'em back son or feel that
The peeps be one
I'm movin' on chumps
And very thoroughly promoted by son

G-O-D S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a female's
With my testosterone, male
for a giant's body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
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 made style, solo or X
Are you Doctor or Mobb Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya
I never wear Esco, I got a new line like cinemas

the, original, y'all still tryin' a show niggas are rich
Town house
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 inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the only way you than us
bagged with 22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's okay, you dyin' anyway

Yo, this is for High School drop outs
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots knockouts
coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't it back
Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless the world end
Gettin' with 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 stop blazin' cuz ya target's movin'
'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really is
Useless to swift executioners
And thats nigga, all day
Pump o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin' from D's quickly rookies
G wiz you know what I'm all
To all my niggas