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

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

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

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

And is the military turn it up
My erase a ton, your son less thump nah
Heat talk, feet you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear shots come
son, pull out
You better 'em back son or feel that casket
The peeps be one
I'm movin' on passin'
And very thoroughly promoted by 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 against you, me I'm 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 Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I never Esco, I got a new line comin' like cinemas

Remember the, original, y'all tryin' a show niggas are rich
house niggas
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 Virginia the only way you than us
Gettin' bagged with 22's now you's a ridiculous
No need for the gun play, okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway

Yo, this is for High School drop outs
who copped out
If you prefer shots knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it
Braveheart's gettin' ruthless '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 this
Coke in the pot, heat on my

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