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

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

Call Earl, is the ways of the world
Y'all made
Tryin' to out there so crack
Bust guns at Bow age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in
'em hos, born to cope since I was 12
Way too foul walk around all the
With a Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

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

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

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

Remember the, original, y'all still tryin' a niggas are rich
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 just livin' it up
A million of us, each inchin' a bus
You got a in Virginia 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, you dyin' anyway

Yo, this is for them School drop outs
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, crack, sellin' smack
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 jeep on this
Coke in the pot, on my head

Nigga dont stop blazin' cuz ya target's
Shoot 'till the gun's empty stupid,
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
Useless to these swift
And Queensbridge 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