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Braveheart for life
Salam Remy
Yeah What Yeah
Tryna blast all these niggas back
Tryna blast all these niggas back
Tuck in your chain,
put your watch in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart,
straight out the project
We live the life where the blood spills
Same thing that get you cash,
nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle always keep a gun on him
Pull out, brrrr, forehead yawnin'
Sloppy, droppin' these words
Close range so my bullets
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Curve, no bullshit,
back of your head, vomit
Gone Earl, death is the ways of the world
Y 'all late criminals,
tryin' to wow nowadays
So crack, bust guns at
Bow Wow Edge
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven,
livin'
Fuckin' them hoes,
borrowed a coke since I was 12
Way too foul, walk around all the time
With a gray Mac -10 in a pocket
full of dimes
Braveheart to the graveyard,
let's go niggas
Scared straight, but fuck them hoes
Keep it, they're 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 solo bitches
in bourbon districts
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I'm movin' on past you chumps
And very thoroughly promoted by God,
son
And this is the military, turn it up,
my Uzi weighs a ton, yo son, let's thump now
Heat talk, feet walk, you run, uh
Rap, tap, tap, hit em,
shots come, drop, son
Pull out, you better send em back, son
On field at casting, your piece be like, run
I'm moving on past you chumps
And very thorough, promoted by God, 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 -E -I -E -N -C -E,
don't tempt me, EMS'll get you
Me, I'm just invincible,
like Mike Jack said
But me and R. Sharpton
won't be broken,
Harlem, that's dead
Who made this style, Solo or X,
or UTFOs, Dr. or Modi
Whoever, I freaked it, yes,
so meet your death
I never wear Esco,
I got a new line comin'
like Sinema's
Remember the original,
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y 'all still tryin' to show
niggas you're rich
Townhouse niggas,
I'm six cribs deep,
six bank accounts in six countries
Nah, I'm lyin', who gives a fuck,
that's so tired
But picture us brave hearts
just livin' it up
A million of us, each nigga itchin' to bust
You got a house in Virginia,
the only way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged for 22s,
now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gunplay, it's okay,
cause you're dyin' anyway
Yo, this is for them high
school dropouts,
niggas that grow copped out
If you prefer shots over knockouts,
sniffing coke, smokin' weed
Sellin' crack, sellin' smack,
you thuggin' and you ain't
turnin' back
Brave hearts gettin' money,
ruthless to the world end
Gettin' high with my
enemy's girlfriend,
I used to have the bike on the bench
Now I got the jeep on the strip,
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coke in the pot, heat on my head
Nigga don't stop blazin'
cause your target's movin'
Shoot to the guns empty,
stupid queens, niggas so ruthless
Really excuses is useless
to these swift executioners
And that's Queensbridge nigga all day
Pump packs and crack
smoke purple haze
Running from these quick
to knock out rookies
G -Wiz you know what I'm bout
so all my real niggas
Go, go, go, go now
Go, go, go, go now
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Go, go, go, go now
Go, go, go, go now
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Go, go, go, go now
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Go, go, go, go now
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Go, go, go, go now
Go, go, go, go now
Bye.
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