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

Tuck in your chain put your watch in your
Here come the straight out the projects
We live the life where the blood
thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle keep a gun on him
Pull out, head gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my bullets don't swerve,
No bullshit, back in ya hand, me

Call Earl, is the ways of the world
Y'all made
to wild out there so crack
Bust at Bow Wow's age
in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, born to cope I was 12
Way too foul walk all the time
With a Gray 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go
straight, but fuck them hos
Keep it, serious
it don't believe 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 on passin' chumps
And thoroughly promoted 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
son, pull out
You better send 'em son or feel that casket
The be like one
I'm movin' on passin'
And very thoroughly by God's son

G-O-D S-O-N a female's 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 invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al won't be broke in Harlem
That's that, who made this style, or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Deep?
Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death
I never Esco, I got a new line comin' like cinemas

Remember the, original, still tryin' a show niggas are rich
house niggas
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 than 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 High School drop
Niggas who out
If you prefer over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't it back
gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' with my enemy's girlfriend
I to have a bike on a bench, now I got a jeep on this trip
in the pot, heat on my head

Nigga dont blazin' cuz ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really is
Useless to swift executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, purple haze
Runnin' D's quickly knockout rookies
G wiz you know I'm all about
To all my niggas