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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 the Braveheart straight out the projects
We the life where the blood spills
Same thing get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', always keep a gun on him
out, four head gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my bullets swerve, curve
No bullshit, in ya hand, find me

Call Earl, death is the ways of the
Y'all made
Tryin' to out there so crack
guns at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in
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, go niggas
straight, but fuck them hos
Keep it, serious
Believe it don't us, until you see me creepin'
Now you with them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and sober bitches in 'Burban
I'm movin' on passin'
And very promoted by god's son

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

G-O-D S-O-N a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, male
Enough for a body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just
Mike 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 meet ya
I never wear Esco, I got a new line comin' like

Remember the, original, 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 nigga a bus
You got a house in the only way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged 22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you anyway

Yo, is for them High School drop outs
who copped out
If you prefer shots over
Sniffin' coke, weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it
Braveheart's gettin' ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' high my enemy's girlfriend
I to have a bike on a bench, now I got a jeep on this trip
in the pot, heat on my head

Nigga dont stop 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
packs o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin' from D's knockout rookies
G wiz you know I'm all about
To all my niggas