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

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

Call Earl, death is the of the world
made criminals
Tryin' to out there so crack
Bust at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, born to cope I was 12
Way too foul around all the time
With a Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

Braveheart to the graveyard, go niggas
Scared straight, but fuck hos
Keep it, serious
Believe it believe us, until you see me creepin'
Now you sleep with them
G-W-I-Z, so
To all ghetto and sober bitches in 'Burban districts
I'm movin' on chumps
And very thoroughly by god's son

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

G-O-D S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a estrogen
With my testosterone, male
Enough for a giant's body, S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't me, EMS against you, me I'm just invincible
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 Doctor or Mobb Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a new comin' like cinemas

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

Yo, this is for them High School outs
Niggas who out
If you shots over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, smack
You thuggin' it, you turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' high with my enemy's
I used to a bike on a bench, now I got a jeep on this trip
Coke in the pot, heat on my

Nigga dont stop cuz ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the gun's stupid, Queens
so ruthless, really excuses is
Useless to swift executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin' from D's quickly rookies
G wiz you what I'm all about
To all my niggas