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

Tuck in your chain put watch in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart out the projects
We the life where the blood spills
Same thing that get you nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle always a gun on him
Pull out, four gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
range 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
Bust at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in
Fuckin' 'em hos, born to 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, let's go
straight, but fuck them hos
Keep it, serious
Believe it don't believe us, until you see me
Now you sleep with them
G-W-I-Z, so
To all ghetto and sober bitches in 'Burban districts
I'm movin' on passin'
And very promoted by god's son

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

G-O-D S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a female's
With my testosterone, male
Enough for a giant's body, S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't tempt me, EMS you, me I'm just invincible
Like Mike 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 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 a show niggas are rich
house niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck so tired
While of Bravehearts just livin' 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 now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway

Yo, this is for High School drop outs
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots over
coke, smokin' 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 jeep on this
in the pot, heat on my head

Nigga dont stop blazin' cuz ya movin'
Shoot 'till the gun's empty stupid,
so ruthless, really excuses is
Useless to these executioners
And thats nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke haze
Runnin' D's quickly knockout rookies
G wiz you what I'm all about
To all my real