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

Tuck in your chain put your in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart out the projects
We live the life where the spills
Same thing get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle keep a gun on him
Pull out, four 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 of the world
Y'all made
to wild out there so crack
Bust guns at Bow age
Fightin' in jail, 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
straight, but fuck them hos
Keep it, dead
it don't believe us, until you see me creepin'
Now you with them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and sober bitches in 'Burban
I'm movin' on chumps
And very thoroughly promoted by son

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

G-O-D S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, hormone
Enough for a giant's body, science
Don't me, EMS against you, me I'm just invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al won't be broke in Harlem
that, who made this style, solo or X
Are you Doctor or Mobb Deep?
Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a new line comin' like

Remember the, original, still tryin' a show niggas are rich
Town house
I'm six cribs deep, six 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, nigga inchin' a bus
You got a in Virginia 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, you dyin' anyway

Yo, this is for them High drop outs
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't it back
Braveheart's money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' high with my girlfriend
I used to have a on a bench, now I got a jeep on this trip
Coke in the pot, heat on my

Nigga dont stop blazin' cuz ya target's
Shoot 'till the gun's stupid, Queens
so ruthless, really excuses is
Useless to these executioners
And thats nigga, all day
packs o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin' from D's quickly rookies
G wiz you know what I'm all
To all my niggas