Zone Out - Nas/Bravehearts

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 ni**a get you killed

Warnin' jungle always keep a gun on him

Pull out 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

F**kin' '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 f**k 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 b**ches 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

I'm movin' on passin' chumps

And very thoroughly promoted by God's son

G-O-D S-O-N 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 tryin' a 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 f**k that's so tired

While pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up

A million of us each ni**a 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 f**k

No need for the gun play it's okay 'cause you dyin' anyway

Yo this is for them High School drop outs

Niggas who copped out

If you prefer shots over knockouts

Sniffin' coke smokin' w**d 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

Ni**a 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 ni**a 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