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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 live the life the blood spills
Same that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', always keep a gun on him
Pull out, four head gone 'n' sloppy, you birds
Close range so my bullets swerve, curve
No bullshit, back in ya hand, me

Call Earl, death is the of the world
Y'all criminals
Tryin' to wild out there so
guns at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, for heaven, livin' in hell
'em hos, born to cope since I was 12
Way too foul walk around all the
With a Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

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

And is the military turn it up
My moves erase a ton, your son thump nah
Heat talk, feet you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear them shots
Drop son, out
You better 'em back son or feel that casket
The be like one
I'm movin' on chumps
And very thoroughly 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 against you, me I'm invincible
Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in Harlem
That's that, who made style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Mobb
Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a new line comin' 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 Bravehearts just it up
A million of us, each nigga a bus
You got a in Virginia the only way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged with 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 drop
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots over
Sniffin' coke, weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You it, you ain't turn it back
gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' high with my enemy's
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 cuz ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
Useless to these swift
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, purple haze
from D's quickly knockout rookies
G wiz you know what I'm all
To all my real