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Braveheart for life<br><br>(*sample - repeated 8x* Z-z-z-zone Out)<br><br>So y`all wit me? Yea, What, Yea<br>Why don`t y`all blast on these niggas, man<br><br>Tuck in your chain put your watch in your pocket<br>Here come the Braveheart straight out the projects<br>We live the life where the blood spills<br>Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed<br>Warnin`, Jungle always keep a gun on him<br>Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, four head gone `n<br>Sloppy, droppin` you birds<br>Close range so my bullets don`t swerve, curve<br>No bullshit<br>Back in ya hand, find me<br>Call Earl, death is the ways of the world<br>Y`all made criminals<br>Tryin` to wild out there so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow`s age<br>Fightin` in jail, lookin` for heaven, livin` in hell<br>Fuckin `em hos, born to cope since I was 12<br>Way too foul walk around all the time<br>With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o` dimes<br><br>Braveheart to the graveyard, let`s go niggas<br>Scared straight, but FUCK them hos<br>Keep it, dead serious<br>Believe it don`t believe us, until you see me creepin`,<br>Now you sleep with them fishes<br>G-W-I-Z, so delicious<br>To all them ghetto and sober bitches in `burban districts<br>I`m movin on passin` chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God`s Son<br>And this is the military turn it up<br>My moves erase a ton, your son less thump nah<br>Heat talk feet walk you run uh<br>Rat ta-tat, Hear them shots come<br>Drop son, pull out<br>You better send `em back son, or feel that casket<br>The peeps be like one (one)<br>I`m movin on passin` chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God`s Son<br><br>G-O-D S-O-N I S-O-O-T-H-E a female`s estrogen<br>With my testosterone, male hormone<br>Enough for a giant`s body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E<br>Don`t tempt me, EMS against you, me I`m just, invincible<br>Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won`t be Broke in Harlem<br>That`s that, who made this style, solo or X<br>Are you TFO`s doctor or Mobb Deep<br>Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya death<br>I never wear Esco, I got a New Line comin` like cinemas<br>Remember the, original, y`all still tryina show niggas are rich<br>Town house niggas<br>I`m six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries<br>Na I`m lyin`, who gives a fuck that`s so tired<br>While pictures of Bravehearts just livin` it up<br>A million of us, each nigga inchin` a bus<br>You got a house in Virginia<br>The only way you sicker than us<br>Gettin` bagged with .22`s now you`s a ridiculous fuck<br>No need for the gun play, it`s ok, `cause you dyin` anyway<br><br>Yo, this is for them Heismann drop outs<br>Niggas who copped out<br>If you prefer shots over knockouts<br>Sniffin` coke, smokin` weed<br>Sellin` crack, sellin` smack<br>You thuggin` it, you ain`t turn it back<br>Braveheart`s gettin` money ruthless `till the world end<br>Gettin` high with my enemy`s girlfriend<br>I used to have a bike on a bench<br>Now I got a jeep on this trip<br>Coke in the pot, heat on my head<br><br>Nigga dont stop blazin` cuz ya target`s movin`<br>Shoot `till the gun`s empty stupid, Queens<br>Niggas so ruthless, really excuses is<br>Useless to these swift executioners<br>And thats Queensbridge nigga, all day<br>Pump packs o` crack, smoke purple haze<br>Runnin from D`s quickly knockout rookies<br>G Wiz you know what I`m all about<br>To all my real niggas<br><br>(*sample - repeated until end* Z-z-z-zone Out)