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

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

Call Earl, death is the ways of the
made criminals
Tryin' to out there 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 foul walk all the time
With a Gray 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

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

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

G-O-D S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a 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 just
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton be broke in Harlem
That's that, who this style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's or Mobb 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 tryin' a show 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 Bravehearts just it up
A million of us, each inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the only way you sicker us
Gettin' bagged with 22's now you's a ridiculous
No need for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you anyway

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

Nigga dont stop blazin' cuz ya target's
'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
Useless to swift executioners
And thats nigga, all day
packs o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin' from D's quickly rookies
G wiz you what I'm all about
To all my real