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

Tuck in your put your watch in your pocket
Here the Braveheart straight out the projects
We live the life where the blood
Same thing get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle keep a gun on him
Pull out, four head gone 'n' sloppy, you birds
Close range so my don't swerve, curve
No bullshit, in ya hand, find me

Call Earl, death is the ways of the
made criminals
Tryin' to out there so crack
Bust at Bow Wow's age
in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, born to since I was 12
Way too foul around all the time
With a Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but them hos
Keep it, 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 chumps
And very thoroughly by god's son

And is the military turn it up
My moves erase a ton, your son thump nah
Heat talk, feet 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 thoroughly promoted by God's son

G-O-D S-O-N a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, hormone
for a giant's body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't me, EMS against you, me I'm just invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton be broke in Harlem
that, who made this style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's or Mobb Deep?
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 tryin' a show niggas are
Town niggas
I'm six deep, six bank accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck so tired
While pictures of Bravehearts livin' it up
A of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the only way you sicker us
Gettin' bagged 22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway

Yo, this is for them High School outs
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots over
Sniffin' coke, weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't it back
gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' with my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have a bike on a bench, now I got a jeep on trip
Coke in the pot, heat on my

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