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

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

Earl, death is the ways of the world
Y'all criminals
to wild out there so crack
Bust guns at Bow age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, to cope since I was 12
Way too foul around all the time
With a Gray 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

Braveheart to the graveyard, go niggas
straight, but fuck them hos
Keep it, dead
Believe it don't believe us, you see me creepin'
Now you with them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and sober in 'Burban districts
I'm movin' on chumps
And very thoroughly promoted by son

And is the military turn it up
My moves erase a ton, your son less nah
Heat talk, feet you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear them 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

S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E 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 you, me I'm just invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton be broke in Harlem
That's that, who this style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a new comin' like cinemas

Remember the, original, y'all still tryin' a niggas are rich
Town niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a that's so tired
pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up
A million of us, each inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the only way you sicker us
bagged with 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 High drop outs
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, sellin'
You it, you ain't turn it back
Braveheart's money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' high my enemy's girlfriend
I used to a bike on a bench, now I got a jeep on this trip
in the pot, heat on my head

Nigga dont stop blazin' cuz ya target's
Shoot 'till the gun's empty stupid,
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
to these swift executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke haze
Runnin' D's quickly knockout rookies
G wiz you know I'm all about
To all my real