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

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

Call Earl, is the ways of the world
made criminals
Tryin' to wild out so crack
Bust at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, 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
straight, but fuck them hos
Keep it, dead
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 a ton, your son less thump nah
Heat talk, feet you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear them come
Drop son, out
You better 'em back son or feel that casket
The peeps be one
I'm movin' on passin'
And thoroughly promoted by God's son

G-O-D S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
my testosterone, male hormone
Enough for a giant's body, science
tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just invincible
Like Mike said, for me and Al Sharpton 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 ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a new line like cinemas

Remember the, original, y'all still a show niggas are rich
house niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank 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, nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged with 22's now 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
coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it
gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' high my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have a bike on a bench, now I got a jeep on this
in the pot, heat on my head

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