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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 where the blood spills
thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle keep a gun on him
Pull out, four head 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
range so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No bullshit, in ya hand, find me

Earl, death is the ways of the world
Y'all criminals
to wild out there so crack
Bust guns at Bow age
Fightin' in jail, for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, born to since I was 12
Way too foul 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, dead
Believe it believe us, until you see me creepin'
Now you sleep with them
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them and sober bitches in 'Burban districts
I'm on passin' chumps
And very thoroughly 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, hear them come
Drop son, out
You better send 'em back son or feel casket
The be like one
I'm on passin' chumps
And very thoroughly promoted by son

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

Remember the, original, y'all still tryin' a show are rich
Town house
I'm six cribs deep, six bank in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who a fuck that's 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 sicker us
Gettin' bagged 22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you anyway

Yo, is for them High School drop outs
who copped out
If you shots over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, smack
You it, you ain't turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' high 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 stop blazin' cuz ya target's
'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
to these swift executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, purple haze
Runnin' from D's quickly knockout
G wiz you what I'm all about
To all my niggas