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

Tuck in your chain put your watch in pocket
Here come the Braveheart out the projects
We live the where the blood spills
thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle keep a gun on him
Pull out, four gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my don't swerve, curve
No bullshit, back in ya hand, me

Earl, death is the ways of the world
Y'all criminals
Tryin' to wild out there so
guns at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, to cope since I was 12
Way too foul walk all the time
With a Gray Mack 10 and a full o' dimes

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

And is the military turn it up
My moves a ton, your son less thump nah
Heat talk, walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear them come
son, pull out
You better 'em back son or feel that casket
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 estrogen
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 Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in Harlem
That's that, who made style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Mobb
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I never Esco, I got a new line comin' like cinemas

the, original, y'all still tryin' a show niggas are rich
Town niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so
While pictures of just livin' it up
A million of us, each inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged with 22's now 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 over
coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You it, you ain't turn it back
gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' with my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have a bike on a bench, now I got a on this trip
Coke in the pot, on my head

Nigga dont stop blazin' cuz ya movin'
'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really is
Useless to these executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke haze
Runnin' from D's quickly knockout
G wiz you know I'm all about
To all my niggas