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

Tuck in your chain put your watch in pocket
come the Braveheart straight out the projects
We live the life where the spills
thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle keep a gun on him
Pull out, head gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my bullets swerve, curve
No bullshit, in ya hand, find 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, livin' in
'em hos, born to cope since I was 12
Way too foul walk all the time
a Gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

Braveheart to the graveyard, go niggas
Scared straight, but them 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 promoted by god's son

And this is the military it up
My moves erase a ton, your son thump nah
Heat talk, walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear them shots
son, pull out
You send 'em back son or feel 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 giant's body, science
Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be in Harlem
That's that, who made this style, or X
Are you Tfo's or Mobb 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 tryin' a show niggas are
house niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a that's so tired
While 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 a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's okay, you dyin' anyway

Yo, this is for them High School drop
who copped out
If you shots over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' with my enemy's girlfriend
I to have a bike on a bench, now I got a jeep on this trip
Coke in the pot, heat on my

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