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Braveheart for
So wit me? Yea
Yea
Why y'all blast on these niggas, man?

Tuck in chain put your watch in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart out the projects
We live the life the blood spills
Same thing get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle always a gun on him
out, four head gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
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 so crack
Bust guns at Bow age
in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, to cope since I was 12
Way too foul walk all the time
With a Gray Mack 10 and a pocket o' dimes

Braveheart to the graveyard, go niggas
Scared straight, but them hos
it, dead serious
Believe it don't believe us, you see me creepin'
Now you sleep with them
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and 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 a ton, your son less thump nah
Heat talk, walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, them shots come
Drop son, out
You better send 'em son or feel that casket
The peeps be one
I'm movin' on chumps
And very promoted by God's 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 invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton be broke in Harlem
That's that, who made style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I wear Esco, I got a new line comin' like cinemas

Remember the, original, y'all still tryin' a niggas are rich
Town niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so
pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up
A million of us, each nigga a bus
You got a house in Virginia the only way you sicker us
Gettin' bagged with now you's a ridiculous fuck
No for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway

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

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