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

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

Call Earl, death is the 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
With a Gray 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

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

And this is the military it up
My moves erase a ton, your son thump nah
talk, feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, them shots come
Drop son, out
You better send 'em son or feel that casket
The be like one
I'm movin' on passin'
And very thoroughly by God's son

G-O-D S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a estrogen
my testosterone, male hormone
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 won't 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 Esco, I got a new line comin' like cinemas

Remember the, original, y'all still a show niggas are rich
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 of us, each 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 dyin'

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

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