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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
Here come the Braveheart out the projects
We live the life where the spills
Same thing 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 don't 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 at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in
'em hos, born to cope since I was 12
Way too foul walk around all the
With a Gray Mack 10 and a full o' dimes

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

And this is the turn it up
My moves erase a ton, son less thump nah
talk, feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear them shots
Drop son, out
You better send 'em back son or that casket
The peeps be one
I'm movin' on chumps
And thoroughly promoted by God's 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 me, EMS against you, me I'm just invincible
Like Mike 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 Mobb
Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death
I never Esco, I got a new line comin' like cinemas

Remember the, original, y'all still tryin' a niggas are rich
house niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so
While pictures of just livin' it up
A million of us, each nigga a bus
You got a house in Virginia the only way you sicker us
Gettin' bagged with now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you anyway

Yo, this is for High School drop outs
who copped out
If you shots over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't it back
Braveheart's money ruthless 'till the world end
high with my enemy's girlfriend
I used to 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
Shoot 'till the gun's empty stupid,
Niggas so ruthless, excuses 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 know what I'm all
To all my real