Kevin Crouse - Zone Out lyrics

Braveheart for life (*sample - repeated 8x* Z-z-z-zone Out) Salaam Remi! Yea, What, Yea I want y'all to blast on these n***as, man [Verse 1: Jungle] 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 cash n***a, get you k**ed Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, forehead yawning Sloppy, droppin' you birds Close range so my bullets don't swerve, curve No bullsh**, back in ya head, find me Call Earl, d**h is the ways of the world Y'all made criminals tryin' to wild out there sold crack Bust guns at Bow Wow's age Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell f**in 'em hoes, boilin' coke since I was 12 Way too foul walk around all the time With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes [Verse 2: Wiz] Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go n***as Scared straight, but fu*k them hoes 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**hes in 'burban districts I'm movin on pa**in' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son And this is the military turn it up My oozie weighs a ton. 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 pa**in' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son [Verse 3: Nas] 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 d**h I never wear Esco, I got a New Line comin' like cinemas Remember the, original, y'all still tryina show n***as ya rich Town house n***as I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries Na I'm lyin', who gives a f** that's so tired While pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up A million of us, each n***a inchin' ta bust You got a house in Virginia The only way you sicker than us Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a ridiculous f** No need for the gun play, it's ok, cause you dyin' anyway [Verse 4: Jungle] Yo, this is for them high school drop outs n***as 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 the jeep on this trip Coke in the pot, heat on my head [Verse 5: Wiz] n***a dont stop blazin' cuz ya target's movin' Shoot 'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens n***as so ruthless, really excuses is Useless to these swift executioners And thats Queensbridge n***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 n***as (*sample - repeated until end* Z-z-z-zone Out)