Braveheart for So wit me? Yea Yea Why don't y'all blast on niggas, man?
Tuck in your chain put watch in your pocket Here come the straight out the projects We the life where the blood spills Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you Warnin', always keep a gun on him Pull out, four head gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you Close range so my bullets don't swerve, No bullshit, in ya hand, find me
Call Earl, is the ways of the world Y'all criminals to wild out there so crack Bust at Bow Wow's age in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell Fuckin' 'em hos, born to cope I was 12 Way too foul around all the time With a Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes
Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go straight, but fuck them hos Keep it, serious it don't believe us, until you see me creepin' Now you sleep with them G-W-I-Z, so To all them ghetto and sober bitches in districts I'm movin' on passin' And very thoroughly by god's son
And is the military turn it up My moves erase a ton, your son thump nah talk, feet walk you run uh Rat ta-tat, them shots come Drop son, out You better send 'em back son or feel casket The be like one I'm movin' on chumps And thoroughly promoted by God's son
S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen With my testosterone, male for a giant's body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E Don't me, EMS against you, me I'm just invincible Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in Harlem That's that, who this style, solo or X Are you Tfo's Doctor or Deep? Whoever, I it yes, so meet 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 cribs deep, six accounts in six countries Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so While pictures of Bravehearts livin' it up A of us, each nigga inchin' a bus You got a house in the only way you sicker than us Gettin' bagged with 22's now a ridiculous fuck No need for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you dyin'
Yo, this is for them High School outs Niggas who out If you shots over knockouts Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, sellin' You thuggin' it, you turn it back Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless the world end Gettin' high with my girlfriend I used to have a bike on a bench, now I got a jeep on this Coke in the pot, on my head
Nigga stop blazin' cuz ya target's movin' 'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens Niggas so ruthless, really is Useless to these swift And Queensbridge nigga, all day Pump o' crack, smoke purple haze Runnin' from D's knockout rookies G wiz you know what I'm all To all my real