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

Tuck in your chain put your watch in pocket
Here the Braveheart straight out the projects
We the life where the blood spills
Same thing that get you nigga, get you killed
Warnin', always keep a gun on him
Pull out, four gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No bullshit, in ya hand, find me

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

Braveheart to the graveyard, go niggas
Scared straight, but fuck hos
Keep it, dead
Believe it don't believe us, you see me creepin'
Now you with them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them and sober bitches in 'Burban districts
I'm movin' on chumps
And very thoroughly promoted by son

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

G-O-D S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a estrogen
my testosterone, male hormone
Enough for a giant's body, science
tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al 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 line comin' like

the, original, y'all still tryin' a show niggas are rich
Town house
I'm six cribs deep, six accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so
pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up
A million of us, nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in the only way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged with 22's now you's a fuck
No for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway

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

Nigga dont stop cuz ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the gun's stupid, Queens
so ruthless, really excuses is
Useless to these swift
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, purple haze
Runnin' from D's knockout rookies
G wiz you know I'm all about
To all my real