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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
come the Braveheart straight out the projects
We live the life where the blood
Same that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle keep a gun on him
Pull out, four gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my bullets 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, 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, go niggas
Scared straight, but them hos
Keep it, serious
it don't believe us, until you see me creepin'
Now you sleep with 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 is the military turn it up
My moves a ton, your son less thump nah
talk, feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear shots come
Drop son, out
You better 'em back son or feel that casket
The peeps be one
I'm on passin' chumps
And very thoroughly promoted by son

G-O-D S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a female's
With my testosterone, hormone
for a giant's body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't me, EMS against you, me I'm just invincible
Like 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 ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a new line comin' like

Remember the, original, y'all tryin' a show niggas are rich
Town house
I'm six cribs deep, six bank in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a that's so tired
While pictures of Bravehearts livin' it up
A of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in 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, 'cause you anyway

Yo, this is for them School drop outs
who copped out
If you shots over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it
gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' with my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have a bike on a bench, now I got a 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, really is
Useless to these executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump o' crack, smoke purple haze
from D's quickly knockout rookies
G wiz you know I'm all about
To all my niggas