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

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

Call Earl, death is the ways of the
made 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 walk around all the time
With a Gray Mack 10 and a full o' dimes

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

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

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

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

Yo, this is for High School drop outs
who copped out
If you prefer shots knockouts
coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't it back
Braveheart's money ruthless 'till the world end
high with my enemy's girlfriend
I used to 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 movin'
Shoot 'till the gun's stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
Useless to these executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, purple haze
Runnin' from D's quickly rookies
G wiz you what I'm all about
To all my real