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

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

Call Earl, death is the ways of the
Y'all made
Tryin' to wild out so crack
Bust at Bow Wow's age
in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, born to since I was 12
Way too foul walk 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 with fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and sober bitches in 'Burban
I'm on passin' chumps
And very thoroughly promoted by son

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

S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, hormone
for a giant's 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 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 niggas are rich
Town niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so
While pictures of Bravehearts livin' it up
A of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the only way you sicker us
bagged with 22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you anyway

Yo, this is for them High School outs
who copped out
If you prefer shots knockouts
Sniffin' coke, weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it
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 on this trip
Coke in the pot, on my head

Nigga stop blazin' cuz ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the gun's empty stupid,
Niggas so ruthless, really is
to these swift executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke haze
Runnin' D's quickly knockout rookies
G wiz you what I'm all about
To all my niggas