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

Tuck in your put your watch in your pocket
Here come the straight out the projects
We the life where the blood spills
Same that 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, back in ya hand, me

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

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

And is the military turn it up
My moves erase a ton, your son less nah
Heat talk, feet you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear them come
son, pull out
You better send 'em back son or feel that
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
With my testosterone, male
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 be broke in Harlem
That's that, who this style, solo or X
Are you Doctor or Mobb Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya
I wear Esco, I got a new line comin' like cinemas

Remember the, original, y'all still tryin' a show are rich
Town house
I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six
Na I'm lyin', who gives a that's so tired
While pictures of Bravehearts just it up
A million of us, nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the only way you sicker us
Gettin' bagged 22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway

Yo, this is for them School drop outs
who copped 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' high with my girlfriend
I used to have a bike on a bench, now I got a on this trip
in the pot, heat on my head

Nigga dont stop blazin' cuz ya movin'
'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really is
Useless to these swift
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin' from D's knockout rookies
G wiz you what I'm all about
To all my real