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

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

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

Braveheart to the graveyard, go niggas
Scared straight, but fuck hos
Keep it, serious
Believe it 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 on passin' chumps
And very thoroughly promoted by son

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

G-O-D S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a female's
my testosterone, male hormone
Enough for a body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't tempt me, EMS you, me I'm just invincible
Like Mike said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in Harlem
That's that, who this style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Deep?
Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a new line like cinemas

Remember the, original, y'all still a show niggas are rich
Town niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck so tired
While of Bravehearts just livin' it up
A of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the only way you than us
bagged with 22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you dyin'

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

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