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for life
So wit me? Yea
Yea
Why y'all blast on these niggas, man?

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

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

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

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

S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, male
Enough for a giant's body, science
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 it yes, so meet ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a new line comin' like

Remember the, original, y'all still a show niggas are rich
Town house
I'm six deep, six bank accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so
While pictures of Bravehearts 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, okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway

Yo, this is for High School drop outs
who copped out
If you prefer shots over
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you turn it back
Braveheart's money ruthless 'till the world end
high with my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have a bike on a bench, now I got a jeep on trip
in the pot, heat on my head

Nigga stop blazin' cuz ya target's movin'
Shoot the gun's empty stupid, Queens
so ruthless, really excuses is
Useless to these executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke purple
Runnin' from D's quickly rookies
G wiz you know I'm all about
To all my niggas