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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 pocket
come the Braveheart straight out the projects
We live the where the blood spills
thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', always keep a gun on him
Pull out, four head 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my bullets swerve, curve
No bullshit, back in ya hand, me

Call Earl, is the ways of the world
Y'all made
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 foul walk all the time
With a Gray Mack 10 and a pocket o' dimes

Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go
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 ghetto and sober bitches in 'Burban districts
I'm movin' on passin'
And very promoted by god's son

And this is the turn it up
My moves erase a ton, your son thump nah
Heat talk, walk 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 very thoroughly 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
Don't tempt me, EMS you, me I'm just invincible
Like Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in Harlem
That's that, who made style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Mobb
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a new line comin' like

Remember the, original, y'all still tryin' a show niggas are
Town niggas
I'm six deep, six bank accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a that's so tired
While pictures of just livin' it up
A million of us, each nigga 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 need for the gun play, okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway

Yo, this is for High School drop outs
Niggas who out
If you prefer over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, sellin'
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it
gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' high with my girlfriend
I to have a bike on a bench, now I got a jeep on this trip
Coke in the pot, on my head

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