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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 in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart out the projects
We live the life where the blood
Same thing that get you nigga, get you killed
Warnin', always keep a gun on him
Pull out, four head gone 'n' sloppy, you birds
Close so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No bullshit, in ya hand, find me

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

Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go
Scared straight, but them hos
Keep it, dead
Believe it believe us, until you see me creepin'
Now you sleep them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all ghetto and sober bitches in 'Burban districts
I'm movin' on chumps
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 shots come
son, pull out
You better send 'em back son or feel that
The peeps be one
I'm movin' on passin'
And very 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 tempt me, EMS you, me I'm just invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in
That's that, who made this style, or X
Are you Tfo's or Mobb 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 niggas are
house niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a that's so tired
While pictures of Bravehearts livin' it up
A million of us, each nigga a bus
You got a house in Virginia the only way you sicker us
Gettin' bagged 22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you anyway

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

Nigga dont stop cuz ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the 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 what I'm all about
To all my real