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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 the life where the blood spills
Same that get you cats 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 ways of the
Y'all criminals
Tryin' to wild out there so
Bust guns at Bow age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in
Fuckin' 'em hos, to cope since I was 12
Way too foul walk all the time
With a Gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o'

to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but fuck hos
Keep it, serious
Believe it don't believe us, you see me creepin'
Now you sleep them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and sober in 'Burban districts
I'm movin' on chumps
And very promoted by god's son

And this is the military it up
My moves erase a ton, your son less nah
Heat talk, walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear them shots
Drop son, out
You better send 'em back son or that casket
The be like one
I'm movin' on passin'
And very thoroughly promoted by son

G-O-D S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a female's
With my testosterone, male
Enough for a body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in
that, who made this style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Deep?
Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death
I wear Esco, I got a new line comin' like cinemas

Remember the, original, y'all still a show niggas are rich
Town house
I'm six deep, six bank accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a that's so tired
pictures of Bravehearts 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 a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you dyin'

Yo, this is for them High School outs
Niggas who out
If you shots over 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 used to have a bike on a bench, now I got a on this trip
Coke in the pot, heat on my

Nigga dont stop blazin' cuz ya movin'
Shoot 'till the empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really is
Useless to these swift
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, purple haze
Runnin' D's quickly knockout rookies
G wiz you know what I'm all
To all my real