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

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

Call Earl, is the ways of the world
Y'all criminals
Tryin' to out there so crack
Bust guns at Bow age
in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, born to cope I was 12
Way too foul walk around all the
With a 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, until you see me
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 military it up
My moves a ton, your son less thump nah
talk, feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear them shots
son, pull out
You better send 'em back son or that casket
The be like one
I'm on passin' chumps
And thoroughly promoted by God's son

G-O-D S-O-N 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 against you, me I'm just
Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in Harlem
That's that, who made this style, 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 tryin' a show niggas are rich
Town niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who a fuck that's so tired
While pictures of just livin' it up
A million of us, nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the only way you sicker 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
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots knockouts
Sniffin' coke, weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't it back
Braveheart's money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' with my enemy's girlfriend
I to have a bike on a bench, now I got a jeep on this trip
Coke in the pot, 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 thats nigga, all day
packs o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin' D's quickly knockout rookies
G wiz you know I'm all about
To all my niggas