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

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

Earl, death is the ways 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
'em hos, born to cope since I was 12
Way too walk around all the time
With a Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but them 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 chumps
And very thoroughly promoted by son

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

G-O-D S-O-N a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, hormone
Enough for a giant's body, science
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, who made this style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Deep?
Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a new line like cinemas

the, original, y'all still 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 that's so
While pictures of Bravehearts livin' it up
A million of us, each inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the only way you than us
Gettin' bagged with 22's now you's a ridiculous
No for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway

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

Nigga dont blazin' cuz ya target's movin'
'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really is
Useless to these executioners
And Queensbridge 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