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Viewing Lyrics for Zone Out(feat. Bravehearts:
| | | Artist: | NAS |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | Zone Out(feat. Bravehearts | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 62 | | | | Lyrics: | 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
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