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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 in your pocket
Here come the straight out the projects
We live the life where the blood
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
range so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No bullshit, back in ya hand, me

Earl, death is the ways of the world
Y'all made
to wild out there so crack
Bust guns at Bow age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in
Fuckin' 'em hos, to cope since I was 12
Way too foul around all the time
a Gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go
Scared straight, but them hos
it, dead serious
Believe it believe us, until you see me creepin'
Now you sleep them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and bitches in 'Burban districts
I'm movin' on passin'
And very thoroughly by god's son

And is the military turn it up
My moves erase a ton, your son less nah
Heat talk, walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, them shots come
son, pull out
You better send 'em son or feel that casket
The peeps be one
I'm movin' on passin'
And thoroughly promoted by God's son

S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E 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
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 Deep?
Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death
I wear Esco, I got a new line comin' like cinemas

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

Yo, is for them High School drop outs
who copped out
If you prefer shots knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless the world end
high 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 dont stop cuz ya target's movin'
Shoot the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
Useless to these swift
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke purple
Runnin' from D's quickly knockout
G wiz you know I'm all about
To all my niggas