Nas, Bravehearts - Zone Out lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas, Bravehearts - Zone Out lyrics]
Braveheart for life
Zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out
Uhh, Salaam Remi!
Yeah, zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out, what, yeah
Zo-zo-zo zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out
(I want y'all to blast on these niggas, man)
Zo-zo-zo zone out zo-zo-zo zone out
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 nigga
Get you killed
Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him
Pull out, brrrrrrrt, forehead yawning
Sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No bullshit, back in ya head, find me
Call Earl, death 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
Fuckin 'em hoes, boilin' coke since I was 12
Way too foul walk around all the time
With a gray MAC-10 and a pocket full o' dimes
Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but FUCK 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-IZ, 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 Uzi weighs 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-IE-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 dead, who made this style, Solo or X
Are you UTFO's Doctor or Moe Dee
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' to show niggas ya 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' to bust
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 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' weed
Sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it back
Bravehearts 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 hip
Nigga don't stop blazin' 'cause
Ya target's movin'
Shoot 'til the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really excuses is
Useless to these swift executioners
And that's 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
Zo-zo-zo zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out
Zo-zo-zo zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out
Zo-zo-zo zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out
Zo-zo-zo zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out
Zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out
Uhh, Salaam Remi!
Yeah, zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out, what, yeah
Zo-zo-zo zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out
(I want y'all to blast on these niggas, man)
Zo-zo-zo zone out zo-zo-zo zone out
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 nigga
Get you killed
Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him
Pull out, brrrrrrrt, forehead yawning
Sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No bullshit, back in ya head, find me
Call Earl, death 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
Fuckin 'em hoes, boilin' coke since I was 12
Way too foul walk around all the time
With a gray MAC-10 and a pocket full o' dimes
Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but FUCK 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-IZ, 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 Uzi weighs 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-IE-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 dead, who made this style, Solo or X
Are you UTFO's Doctor or Moe Dee
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' to show niggas ya 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' to bust
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 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' weed
Sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it back
Bravehearts 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 hip
Nigga don't stop blazin' 'cause
Ya target's movin'
Shoot 'til the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really excuses is
Useless to these swift executioners
And that's 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
Zo-zo-zo zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out
Zo-zo-zo zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out
Zo-zo-zo zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out
Zo-zo-zo zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out