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

Tuck in chain put your watch in your pocket
Here the Braveheart straight out the projects
We live the life where the spills
Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you
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, is the ways of the world
made criminals
Tryin' to wild out there so
guns at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, to cope since I was 12
Way too foul walk all the time
a Gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

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

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

G-O-D S-O-N a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, hormone
for a giant's 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, who made this style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or 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 a show niggas are rich
Town house
I'm six deep, six bank accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so
While pictures of just livin' it up
A of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the way you sicker than us
Gettin' with 22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you anyway

Yo, this is for them School drop outs
who copped out
If you prefer shots over
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, smack
You thuggin' it, you turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless 'till the end
Gettin' high with my 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 empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really is
Useless to these swift
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin' D's quickly knockout rookies
G wiz you know what I'm all
To all my real