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Viewing Lyrics for Zone Out:
| | | Artist: | Nas |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | Zone Out | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 62 | | | | Lyrics: | (feat. Bravehearts)
Braveheart for life
[sample - repeated 8x "Z-z-z-zone
Out"]
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
[sample - repeated until end "Z-z-z-zone Out"] | | | |
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