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Braveheart for
So wit me? Yea
Yea
Why y'all blast on these niggas, man?

Tuck in your chain put your watch in pocket
Here come the straight out the projects
We live the life where the spills
Same thing get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle keep a gun on him
Pull out, four gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
range 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
to wild out there so crack
Bust at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, born to cope I was 12
Way too walk 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 don't believe us, until you see me
Now you with them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them and sober bitches in 'Burban districts
I'm on passin' chumps
And very thoroughly promoted by son

And this is the turn it up
My moves erase a ton, your son thump nah
Heat talk, feet you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear shots come
son, pull out
You better send 'em back son or that casket
The be like one
I'm on passin' chumps
And very promoted by God's son

G-O-D S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a estrogen
With my testosterone, hormone
Enough for a giant's body, science
Don't me, EMS against you, me I'm just invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton be broke in Harlem
that, who made this style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's 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 house
I'm six cribs deep, six 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 the only way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged with 22's now a ridiculous fuck
No for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway

Yo, this is for them High School drop
who copped out
If you prefer shots over
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you turn it back
gettin' money ruthless 'till 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

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