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

Tuck in chain put your watch in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart out the projects
We live the life where the spills
thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', always keep a gun on him
Pull out, four head 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
range so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No bullshit, in ya hand, find me

Call Earl, death is the ways of the
Y'all made
Tryin' to wild out there so
Bust guns at Bow age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, in hell
'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, let's go
Scared straight, but fuck 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 ghetto and sober bitches in 'Burban
I'm movin' on chumps
And very thoroughly promoted by son

And this is the turn it up
My moves erase a ton, son less thump nah
Heat talk, walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, them shots come
Drop son, out
You better 'em back son or feel that casket
The peeps be one
I'm on passin' chumps
And very 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 invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in
That's that, who made style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's or Mobb Deep?
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 show niggas are
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 million of us, each nigga a bus
You got a in Virginia the only way you sicker than us
Gettin' with 22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway

Yo, this is for them High School outs
Niggas who out
If you shots over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't it back
Braveheart's gettin' 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, heat on my

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