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

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

Call Earl, death is the ways of the
Y'all made
Tryin' to wild out so crack
Bust at Bow Wow's age
in jail, lookin' 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, go niggas
Scared straight, but them hos
it, dead serious
Believe it don't believe us, until you see me
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 promoted by god's son

And this is the military it up
My moves a ton, your son less thump nah
Heat talk, walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear shots come
Drop son, out
You better send 'em back son or that casket
The peeps be one
I'm on passin' chumps
And very promoted by God's son

G-O-D S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, male
for a giant's body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm 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 Tfo's Doctor or Mobb
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya
I never wear Esco, I got a new comin' like cinemas

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

Yo, this is for them School drop outs
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it
Braveheart's gettin' ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' high with my 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 stop blazin' cuz ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really is
Useless to swift executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
packs o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin' from D's knockout rookies
G wiz you what I'm all about
To all my niggas