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

Tuck in your chain put your watch in your
Here come the straight out the projects
We live the life the blood spills
thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle always 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

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

Braveheart to the graveyard, go niggas
Scared straight, but them hos
it, dead serious
Believe it don't believe us, you see me creepin'
Now you sleep with fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and sober 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, son less thump nah
talk, feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear them come
Drop son, out
You better send 'em back son or feel casket
The peeps be one
I'm movin' on chumps
And very promoted by God's son

G-O-D S-O-N a female's estrogen
my testosterone, male hormone
Enough for a giant's body, science
Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al won't be broke in Harlem
That's that, who made this style, or X
Are you Tfo's or Mobb Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya
I wear Esco, I got a new line comin' like cinemas

Remember the, original, still tryin' a show niggas are rich
Town niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six
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 only way you sicker us
Gettin' bagged with 22's now you's a ridiculous
No for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway

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

Nigga stop blazin' cuz ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
Useless to these executioners
And thats nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke haze
Runnin' from D's quickly knockout
G wiz you know what I'm all
To all my real