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

Tuck in your put your watch in your pocket
Here the Braveheart straight out the projects
We live the life where the blood
Same thing get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', always keep a gun on him
Pull out, four gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No bullshit, in ya hand, find me

Call Earl, death is the ways of the
made criminals
Tryin' to wild out there so
Bust at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in
'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

to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but them hos
Keep it, dead
Believe it don't believe us, you see me creepin'
Now you sleep with them
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and bitches in 'Burban 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, son less thump nah
talk, feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, them shots come
Drop son, out
You better send 'em back son or feel that
The peeps be 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, hormone
Enough for a giant's body, science
Don't tempt me, EMS you, me I'm just invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be in Harlem
That's that, who made style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya
I never wear Esco, I got a new line like cinemas

the, original, y'all still tryin' a show niggas are rich
Town house
I'm six cribs deep, six accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who a fuck that's so tired
While of Bravehearts just livin' it up
A million of us, nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in the only way you sicker than us
Gettin' with 22's 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 outs
Niggas who out
If you prefer over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' money 'till the world end
Gettin' high with my enemy's
I used to a bike on a bench, now I got a jeep on this trip
Coke in the pot, on my head

Nigga dont stop blazin' cuz ya movin'
Shoot the gun's empty stupid, Queens
so ruthless, really excuses is
Useless to these executioners
And thats 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 real