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

in your chain put your watch in your pocket
Here the Braveheart straight out the projects
We live the where the blood spills
thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle always a gun on him
Pull out, four head gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you
Close range so my bullets swerve, curve
No bullshit, in ya hand, find me

Call Earl, death is the of the world
made criminals
Tryin' to wild out there so
Bust at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, to cope since I was 12
Way too walk around all the time
With a Gray Mack 10 and a pocket o' dimes

Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go
Scared straight, but fuck hos
Keep it, dead
Believe it don't us, until you see me creepin'
Now you sleep them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and sober in 'Burban districts
I'm movin' on passin'
And thoroughly promoted by god's son

And this is the military it up
My erase a ton, your son less thump nah
talk, feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear them shots
son, pull out
You better send 'em back son or that casket
The peeps be one
I'm movin' on passin'
And very thoroughly promoted by son

G-O-D S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a female's
my testosterone, male hormone
Enough for a body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't tempt me, EMS you, me I'm just invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be in Harlem
that, who made this style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I never Esco, I got a new line comin' like cinemas

Remember the, original, y'all tryin' a show niggas are rich
Town niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck so tired
While of Bravehearts just livin' it up
A of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in the only way you sicker than us
bagged with 22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's okay, you dyin' anyway

Yo, this is for them School drop outs
Niggas who out
If you shots over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, sellin'
You thuggin' it, you ain't it back
Braveheart's gettin' 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, heat on my

Nigga dont stop cuz ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the gun's stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
to these swift executioners
And thats nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke haze
Runnin' from D's quickly rookies
G wiz you know what I'm all
To all my niggas