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

in your chain put your watch in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart straight out the
We the life where the blood spills
Same thing get you cats nigga, get you killed
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

Earl, death is the ways of the world
Y'all made
to wild out there so crack
Bust guns at Bow age
in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, born to cope I was 12
Way too foul walk around all the
With a Gray Mack 10 and a pocket o' dimes

Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go
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 sober in 'Burban districts
I'm on passin' chumps
And very thoroughly by god's son

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

G-O-D S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
my testosterone, male hormone
Enough for a giant's body, S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't tempt me, EMS you, me I'm just invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in
That's that, who made this style, 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 tryin' a show niggas are
house niggas
I'm six deep, six bank accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who a fuck that's so tired
pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up
A million of us, each 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 dyin'

Yo, this is for them High School outs
who copped out
If you shots over knockouts
coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it
Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless the world end
Gettin' high my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have a bike on a bench, now I got a jeep on this
in the pot, heat on my head

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