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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 your watch in pocket
come the Braveheart straight out the projects
We live the life where the spills
Same that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', always keep a gun on him
Pull out, four head 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
range so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No bullshit, back in ya hand, me

Call Earl, death is the of the world
Y'all criminals
to wild 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 all the time
a Gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

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

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

S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, hormone
Enough for a giant's body, science
Don't me, EMS against you, me I'm just invincible
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 or Mobb Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya
I never Esco, I got a new line comin' like cinemas

Remember the, original, y'all still tryin' a show niggas are
Town niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so
While pictures of Bravehearts livin' it up
A of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the only way you sicker us
Gettin' 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 over
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't it back
Braveheart's gettin' money 'till the world end
Gettin' high my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have a on a bench, now I got a jeep on this trip
Coke in the pot, heat on my

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