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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
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 keep a gun on him
Pull out, head gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my bullets swerve, curve
No bullshit, in ya hand, find me

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

Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go
straight, but fuck them hos
Keep it, dead
it don't believe us, until you see me creepin'
Now you sleep with fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and sober in 'Burban districts
I'm on passin' chumps
And very thoroughly 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
Drop son, out
You send 'em back son or feel that casket
The peeps be 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
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 style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya
I wear Esco, I got a new line comin' like cinemas

Remember the, original, y'all still a show niggas are rich
house niggas
I'm six deep, six bank accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck so tired
While pictures of just livin' it up
A million of us, each inchin' a bus
You got a house in the only way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged with 22's now you's a ridiculous
No need for the gun play, okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway

Yo, this is for High School drop outs
who copped out
If you shots over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you turn it back
Braveheart's money ruthless 'till the world end
high with my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have a on a bench, now I got a jeep on this 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, excuses is
Useless to these executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, purple haze
from D's quickly knockout rookies
G wiz you know I'm all about
To all my real