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

Tuck in your put your watch in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart out the projects
We the life where the blood spills
Same thing that get you nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle keep a gun on him
Pull out, four gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my don't swerve, curve
No bullshit, back in ya hand, 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
Fuckin' 'em hos, born to cope I was 12
Way too foul walk around all the
With a Gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o'

Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go
Scared straight, but them hos
it, dead serious
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 on passin' chumps
And thoroughly promoted by god's son

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

G-O-D S-O-N a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, male
Enough for a body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't tempt me, EMS you, me I'm just invincible
Like Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in Harlem
that, who made this style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Mobb
Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a new comin' like cinemas

Remember the, original, y'all still tryin' a show are rich
Town house
I'm six cribs deep, six bank in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck so tired
While of Bravehearts just livin' it up
A of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the only way you sicker us
Gettin' 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 High School drop outs
who copped out
If you prefer shots over
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, 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, 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 these executioners
And thats nigga, all day
packs o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin' from D's quickly rookies
G wiz you what I'm all about
To all my niggas