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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 thing that get you nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle keep a gun on him
out, four head gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my bullets don't swerve,
No bullshit, in ya hand, find me

Earl, death is the ways of the world
Y'all made
Tryin' to wild out there so
Bust at Bow Wow's age
in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, born to cope I was 12
Way too foul walk 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 ghetto and sober bitches in 'Burban districts
I'm movin' on passin'
And very thoroughly promoted by son

And is the military turn it up
My moves erase a ton, son less thump nah
Heat talk, feet you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear shots come
son, pull out
You better send 'em back son or feel 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 estrogen
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 invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al won't be broke in Harlem
That's that, who made style, solo or X
Are you Doctor 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 still tryin' a niggas are rich
house niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a that's so tired
While pictures of just 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 High School outs
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots over
Sniffin' coke, weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' money 'till the world end
Gettin' with my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have a bike on a bench, now I got a jeep on this
Coke in the pot, heat on my

dont stop blazin' cuz ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the gun's empty stupid,
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
Useless to these swift
And thats nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke haze
from D's quickly knockout rookies
G wiz you what I'm all about
To all my niggas