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

Tuck in your chain put your in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart straight out the
We the life where the blood spills
Same thing get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle always a gun on him
Pull out, four head gone 'n' sloppy, you birds
Close range so my bullets swerve, curve
No bullshit, in ya hand, find me

Earl, death is the ways of the world
Y'all criminals
Tryin' to wild out so crack
Bust at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in
Fuckin' 'em hos, to cope since I was 12
Way too walk around all the time
a Gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

Braveheart to the graveyard, go niggas
Scared straight, but fuck hos
Keep it, dead
it don't believe us, until 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 movin' on chumps
And thoroughly promoted by god's son

And is the military turn it up
My moves a ton, your son less thump nah
Heat talk, feet you run uh
Rat ta-tat, them shots come
son, pull out
You better 'em back son or feel that casket
The be like one
I'm movin' on chumps
And very thoroughly promoted by son

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

the, original, y'all still tryin' a show niggas are rich
Town house
I'm six cribs deep, six bank 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, nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the only way you sicker us
Gettin' bagged with 22's now a ridiculous fuck
No for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway

Yo, this is for them School drop outs
who copped out
If you prefer shots over
coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You it, you ain't turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' money '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
in the pot, heat on my head

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