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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 out the projects
We the life where the blood spills
Same thing get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle keep a gun on him
Pull out, head gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my bullets don't swerve,
No bullshit, back in ya hand, me

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

to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but them hos
Keep it, serious
Believe it don't believe us, you see me creepin'
Now you sleep them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and bitches in 'Burban districts
I'm movin' on passin'
And very thoroughly promoted by son

And this is the military it up
My moves a ton, your son less thump nah
Heat talk, feet you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear shots come
son, pull out
You better send 'em back son or that casket
The be like one
I'm on passin' chumps
And very thoroughly promoted by son

G-O-D S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
my testosterone, male hormone
Enough for a giant's body, science
Don't tempt me, EMS you, me I'm just invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be in Harlem
That's that, who this style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya
I wear Esco, I got a new line comin' like cinemas

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

Yo, this is for them High School drop
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots over
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it
Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless the world end
Gettin' with my enemy's 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'
'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really is
Useless to these executioners
And thats nigga, all day
packs o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin' D's quickly knockout rookies
G wiz you what I'm all about
To all my niggas