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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 watch in pocket
Here come the Braveheart out the projects
We live the life where the spills
Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you
Warnin', jungle keep a gun on him
out, four head gone '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
made criminals
Tryin' to wild out there so
Bust at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, born to since I was 12
Way too foul walk around all the
With a Gray 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but them hos
it, dead serious
Believe it don't believe us, you see me creepin'
Now you sleep with fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all ghetto and sober bitches in 'Burban districts
I'm movin' on chumps
And thoroughly promoted by god's son

And this is the turn it up
My moves erase a ton, your son thump nah
Heat talk, feet you run uh
Rat ta-tat, them shots come
Drop son, out
You better send 'em back son or feel casket
The be like one
I'm movin' on chumps
And very thoroughly by God's 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, science
Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton be broke in Harlem
That's that, who made style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a new line comin' cinemas

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

Yo, this is for High School drop outs
Niggas who out
If you shots over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, smack
You thuggin' it, you turn it back
Braveheart's money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' high with my enemy's
I used to 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 empty stupid, Queens
so ruthless, really excuses is
Useless to these executioners
And thats nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, purple haze
Runnin' from D's knockout rookies
G wiz you know I'm all about
To all my niggas