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

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

Call Earl, death is the of the world
made criminals
Tryin' to out there so crack
guns at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, 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
straight, but fuck them hos
Keep it, serious
Believe it don't believe us, you see me creepin'
Now you sleep with them
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and sober bitches in 'Burban
I'm on passin' chumps
And very promoted by god's son

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

G-O-D S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a female's
my testosterone, male hormone
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 in Harlem
That's that, who this style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Mobb
Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a new line comin' like

Remember the, original, y'all still tryin' a show 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 just livin' it up
A million of us, each inchin' a bus
You got a house in the only way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged with now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you anyway

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

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