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

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

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

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

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

G-O-D S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
my testosterone, male hormone
Enough for a giant's body, S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't me, EMS against you, me I'm just invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al won't be broke in Harlem
That's that, who made style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's or Mobb Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a new line comin' like

Remember the, original, y'all still tryin' a niggas are rich
house niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six
Na I'm lyin', who a fuck that's so tired
pictures of Bravehearts just 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, it's okay, you dyin' anyway

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

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