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

Tuck in your put your watch in your pocket
Here come the straight out the projects
We live the life where the spills
Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you
Warnin', jungle always a gun on him
Pull out, head gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
range so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No bullshit, in ya hand, find 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
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
Keep it, dead
Believe it don't believe us, you see me creepin'
Now you sleep with fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them and sober bitches in 'Burban districts
I'm on passin' chumps
And thoroughly promoted by god's son

And this is the turn it up
My moves erase a ton, your son thump nah
Heat talk, walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear them come
Drop son, out
You better send 'em son or feel that casket
The be like one
I'm movin' on passin'
And very thoroughly promoted by son

G-O-D S-O-N a female's estrogen
my testosterone, male hormone
Enough for a giant's body, S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't tempt me, EMS you, me I'm just invincible
Mike Jack 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 or Mobb Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a new comin' like cinemas

Remember the, original, y'all still tryin' a show 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 pictures of Bravehearts just it up
A of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
You got a in Virginia the only way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged 22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway

Yo, this is for them High School outs
Niggas who out
If you prefer over knockouts
coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't it back
gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' high my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have a bike on a bench, now I got a 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
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
Useless to swift executioners
And thats nigga, all day
packs o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin' from D's quickly knockout
G wiz you know I'm all about
To all my real