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

Tuck in your chain put your watch in your
Here come the Braveheart straight out the
We live the where the blood spills
Same that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle always a gun on him
Pull out, four gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my bullets don't swerve,
No bullshit, back in ya hand, me

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

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

And is the military turn it up
My moves a ton, your son less thump nah
talk, feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear them come
Drop son, out
You better send 'em back son or feel casket
The peeps be one
I'm movin' on chumps
And very promoted by God's son

S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E 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 you, me I'm just invincible
Like Mike said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in Harlem
That's that, who made this style, or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Mobb
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya
I never wear Esco, I got a new comin' like cinemas

the, original, y'all still tryin' a show 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 Bravehearts livin' it up
A million of us, each nigga a bus
You got a house in Virginia the only way you than us
Gettin' bagged 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 School drop outs
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots over
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, sellin'
You thuggin' it, you turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless the world end
Gettin' with my enemy's girlfriend
I to have a bike on a bench, now I got a jeep on this trip
in the pot, heat on my head

Nigga dont stop cuz ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the gun's stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really is
Useless to swift executioners
And thats nigga, all day
packs o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin' from D's quickly knockout
G wiz you what I'm all about
To all my real