Braveheart for life
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    So y'all wit me? Yea, What, Yea
  Why don't y'all blast on these niggas, man
    Tuck in your chain put your watch in your pocket
  Here come the Braveheart straight out the projects
  We live the life where the blood spills
  Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed
  Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him
  Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, four head gone 'n
  Sloppy, droppin' you birds
  Close range so my bullets don't swerve, curve
  No bullshit
  Back in ya hand, find me
  Call Earl, death is the ways of the world
  Y'all made criminals
  Tryin' to wild out there so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow's age
  Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell
  Fuckin 'em hos, born to cope since I was 12
  Way too foul walk around all the time
  With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes
    Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go niggas
  Scared straight, but FUCK them hos
  Keep it, dead serious
  Believe it don't believe us, until you see me creepin',
  Now you sleep with them fishes
  G-W-I-Z, so delicious
  To all them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts
  I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
  And this is the military turn it up
  My moves erase a ton, your son less thump nah
  Heat talk feet walk you run uh
  Rat ta-tat, Hear them shots come
  Drop son, pull out
  You better send 'em back son, or feel that casket
  The peeps be like one (one)
  I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
    G-O-D S-O-N I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
  With my testosterone, male hormone
  Enough for a giant's body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
  Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just, invincible
  Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be Broke in Harlem
  That's that, who made this style, solo or X
  Are you TFO's doctor or Mobb Deep
  Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya death
  I never wear Esco, I got a New Line comin' like cinemas
  Remember the, original, y'all still tryina show niggas are rich
  Town house niggas
  I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries
  Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so tired
  While pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up
  A million of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
  You got a house in Virginia
  The only way you sicker than us
  Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
  No need for the gun play, it's ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway
    Yo, this is for them Heismann drop outs
  Niggas who copped out
  If you prefer shots over knockouts
  Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed
  Sellin' crack, sellin' smack
  You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it back
  Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end
  Gettin' high with my enemy's girlfriend
  I used to have a bike on a bench
  Now I got a jeep on this trip
  Coke in the pot, heat on my head
    Nigga dont stop blazin' cuz ya target's movin'
  Shoot 'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens
  Niggas so ruthless, really excuses is
  Useless to these swift executioners
  And thats Queensbridge nigga, all day
  Pump packs o' crack, smoke purple haze
  Runnin from D's quickly knockout rookies
  G Wiz you know what I'm all about
  To all my real niggas
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