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

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

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

Braveheart to the graveyard, go niggas
straight, but fuck them hos
Keep it, serious
it don't 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 thoroughly promoted by god's son

And this is the military it up
My moves erase a ton, son less thump nah
talk, feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear shots come
Drop son, out
You better send 'em son or feel that casket
The peeps be 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, male
Enough for a giant's body, S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't tempt me, EMS you, me I'm just invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton be broke in Harlem
That's that, who this style, solo or X
Are you Doctor or Mobb Deep?
Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death
I wear Esco, I got a new line comin' like cinemas

Remember the, original, y'all tryin' 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 pictures of Bravehearts just it up
A million of us, nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged with now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's okay, you dyin' anyway

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

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