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

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

Braveheart to the graveyard, go niggas
Scared straight, but them hos
Keep it, serious
Believe it don't us, until you see me creepin'
Now you sleep with them
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and bitches in 'Burban districts
I'm movin' on passin'
And thoroughly promoted by god's son

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

G-O-D S-O-N a female's estrogen
my testosterone, male hormone
Enough for a body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just
Mike Jack 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 Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a new line comin' 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 a fuck that's so tired
While pictures of just livin' it up
A million of us, nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the only way you than us
Gettin' bagged with 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
who copped out
If you prefer shots over
Sniffin' coke, weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You it, you ain't turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless 'till the end
Gettin' high my enemy's 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 stop blazin' cuz ya target's
'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really is
Useless to these executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, purple haze
Runnin' from D's knockout rookies
G wiz you know what I'm all
To all my niggas