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Braveheart for
So wit me? Yea
Yea
Why y'all blast on these niggas, man?

Tuck in your chain put your watch in your
Here come the straight out the projects
We live the life the blood spills
Same thing get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle keep a gun on him
Pull out, four head 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my bullets swerve, curve
No bullshit, in ya hand, find me

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

Braveheart to the graveyard, go niggas
straight, but fuck them hos
Keep it, dead
Believe it don't believe us, until you see me
Now you with them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and sober bitches in districts
I'm movin' on chumps
And very thoroughly promoted by son

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

G-O-D S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a female's
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 invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al won't be broke in Harlem
That's that, who this style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Mobb
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya
I never wear Esco, I got a new comin' like cinemas

Remember the, original, y'all still a show niggas are rich
house niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who a fuck that's so tired
While of Bravehearts just livin' it up
A of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged with 22's now you's a fuck
No need for the gun play, it's okay, you dyin' anyway

Yo, this is for High School drop outs
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots knockouts
coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You it, you ain't turn it back
gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' with 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 blazin' cuz ya movin'
Shoot 'till the gun's stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
to these swift executioners
And thats nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, purple haze
Runnin' D's quickly knockout rookies
G wiz you know I'm all about
To all my real