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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 come the straight out the projects
We live the life where the spills
thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', always keep a gun on him
Pull out, four head gone 'n' sloppy, you birds
range so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No bullshit, in ya hand, find me

Call Earl, death is the of the world
Y'all criminals
Tryin' to wild out so crack
Bust at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, born to cope I was 12
Way too foul walk all the time
With a Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

Braveheart to the graveyard, go niggas
Scared straight, but them hos
Keep it, serious
Believe it don't believe us, until you see me
Now you sleep with them
G-W-I-Z, so
To all ghetto and sober 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, walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear them shots
son, pull out
You send 'em back son or feel that casket
The peeps be one
I'm movin' on passin'
And very promoted by God's son

G-O-D S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a female's
my testosterone, male hormone
Enough for a body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
tempt me, EMS against 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 Tfo's Doctor or Mobb
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 a show niggas are rich
Town house
I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so
While pictures of just livin' it up
A of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the only way you than us
Gettin' with 22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway

Yo, this is for them High School drop
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, smack
You it, you ain't turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' money 'till 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, heat on my

Nigga stop blazin' cuz ya target's 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' D's quickly knockout rookies
G wiz you know what I'm all
To all my real