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

Tuck in your chain put watch in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart out the projects
We live the life where the spills
thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', always keep a gun on him
Pull out, four head gone 'n' sloppy, you birds
Close range so my bullets swerve, curve
No bullshit, back in ya hand, me

Call Earl, death is the ways of the
Y'all made
Tryin' to wild out so crack
Bust at Bow Wow's age
in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, to cope since I was 12
Way too walk around all the time
With a Gray Mack 10 and a full o' dimes

to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but fuck hos
it, dead serious
Believe it don't 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 erase a ton, your son less nah
talk, feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear shots come
Drop son, out
You better send 'em back son or that casket
The peeps be one
I'm on passin' chumps
And very thoroughly promoted by son

G-O-D S-O-N a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, male
Enough for a giant's body, science
Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton be broke in Harlem
that, who made this style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a new line like cinemas

Remember the, original, y'all still a show niggas are rich
Town niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck so tired
While of Bravehearts just livin' it up
A million of us, each nigga 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, is for them High School drop outs
who copped out
If you prefer shots knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it
gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' high with my girlfriend
I to have a bike on a bench, now I got a jeep 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,
so ruthless, really excuses is
Useless to these executioners
And thats 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 niggas