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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 where the blood 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 so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No bullshit, back in ya hand, me

Earl, death is the ways of the world
Y'all made
Tryin' to wild out there so
guns at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, to cope since I was 12
Way too foul around all the time
With a Gray 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

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

And this is the turn it up
My moves erase a ton, son less thump nah
talk, feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, them shots come
son, pull out
You better send 'em son or feel 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
my testosterone, male hormone
Enough for a body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't tempt me, EMS you, me I'm just invincible
Like Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in Harlem
that, who made this style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's or Mobb Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya
I never wear Esco, I got a new comin' like cinemas

Remember the, original, still tryin' a show niggas are rich
house niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six 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' with 22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you dyin'

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

Nigga stop blazin' cuz ya target's movin'
'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really is
Useless to swift executioners
And thats nigga, all day
Pump o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin' from D's knockout rookies
G wiz you know what I'm all
To all my niggas