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

Tuck in your chain put watch in your pocket
Here the Braveheart straight 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
out, four head gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my bullets don't swerve,
No bullshit, in ya hand, find me

Call Earl, death is the ways of the
Y'all made
to wild out there so crack
Bust at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in
Fuckin' 'em hos, born to since I was 12
Way too walk around all the time
a Gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go
straight, but fuck them hos
Keep it, dead
it don't believe us, until 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 movin' on chumps
And very thoroughly promoted by son

And is the military 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 'em back son or feel that casket
The peeps be one
I'm movin' on chumps
And very promoted by God's son

G-O-D S-O-N a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, 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 style, solo or X
Are you Doctor or Mobb Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya
I never wear Esco, I got a new comin' like cinemas

Remember the, original, y'all still tryin' a niggas are rich
Town niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who a fuck that's so tired
While pictures of 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 you's a ridiculous
No need for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you anyway

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

Nigga dont blazin' cuz ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the gun's empty stupid,
Niggas so ruthless, really is
Useless to swift executioners
And thats nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke haze
from D's quickly knockout rookies
G wiz you know I'm all about
To all my niggas