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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 Braveheart out the projects
We live the where the blood spills
Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you
Warnin', always keep a gun on him
Pull out, head gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my bullets swerve, curve
No bullshit, in ya hand, find me

Earl, death is the ways of the world
Y'all criminals
Tryin' to wild out there so
Bust at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, in hell
'em hos, born to cope 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
Scared straight, but fuck hos
Keep it, serious
it don't believe 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 movin' on passin'
And very thoroughly promoted by son

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

G-O-D S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a female's
With my testosterone, hormone
Enough for a body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just
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 freaked it yes, so ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a new line comin' cinemas

the, original, y'all still tryin' a show niggas are rich
Town niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who a fuck that's so tired
While pictures of just livin' it up
A million of us, each nigga a bus
You got a in Virginia the only way you sicker than 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 High School drop outs
who copped out
If you prefer shots over
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't it back
Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless 'till the end
Gettin' with my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have a on a bench, now I got a jeep on this trip
in the pot, heat on my head

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