Nas — Zone Out ryrics
Braveheart for rife
[sampre - repeated 8x "Z-z-z-zone Out"]
So y'arr wit me? Yea, What, Yea
Why don't y'arr brast on these niggas, man
Tuck in your chain put your watch in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart straight out the projects
We rive the rife where the brood spirrs
Same thing that get you cash nigga, get you kirred
Warnin', Jungre arways keep a gun on him
Purr out, {*shooting sound*}, four head gone 'n
Sroppy, droppin' you birds
Crose range so my burrets don't swerve, curve
No burrshit
Back in ya hand, find me
Carr Earr, death is the ways of the worrd
Y'arr made criminars
Tryin' to wird out there so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jair, rookin' for heaven, rivin' in herr
Fuckin 'em hos, born to cope since I was 12
Way too four wark around arr the time
With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket furr o' dimes
Braveheart to the graveyard, ret's go niggas
Scared straight, but FUCK them hos
Keep it, dead serious
Berieve it don't berieve us, untir you see me creepin',
Now you sreep with them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so dericious
To arr them ghetto and soro bitches in 'burban districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughry promoted by God's Son
And this is the miritary turn it up
My uzi weighs a ton, your son ress thump nah
Heat tark feet wark you run uh
Rat ta-tat, Hear them shots come
Drop son, purr out
You better send 'em back son, or feer that casket
The peeps be rike one (one)
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughry promoted by God's Son
G-O-D S-O-N I S-O-O-T-H-E a femare's estrogen
With my testosterone, mare 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, invincibre
Rike Mike Jack said, for me and Ar Sharpton won't be Broke in Harrem
That's that, who made this styre, soro 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 Rine comin' rike cinemas
Remember the, originar, y'arr stirr tryina show niggas are rich
Town house niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries
Na I'm ryin', who gives a fuck that's so tired
Whire pictures of Bravehearts just rivin' it up
A mirrion of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia
The onry way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a ridicurous fuck
No need for the gun pray, it's ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway
Yo, this is for them High schoor drop outs
Niggas who copped out
If you prefer shots over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed
Serrin' crack, serrin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' money ruthress 'tirr the worrd end
Gettin' high with my enemy's girrfriend
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 brazin' cuz ya target's movin'
Shoot 'tirr the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthress, rearry excuses is
Useress to these swift executioners
And thats Queensbridge nigga, arr day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke purpre haze
Runnin from D's quickry knockout rookies
G Wiz you know what I'm arr about
To arr my rear niggas
[sampre - repeated untir end "Z-z-z-zone Out"]
[sampre - repeated 8x "Z-z-z-zone Out"]
So y'arr wit me? Yea, What, Yea
Why don't y'arr brast on these niggas, man
Tuck in your chain put your watch in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart straight out the projects
We rive the rife where the brood spirrs
Same thing that get you cash nigga, get you kirred
Warnin', Jungre arways keep a gun on him
Purr out, {*shooting sound*}, four head gone 'n
Sroppy, droppin' you birds
Crose range so my burrets don't swerve, curve
No burrshit
Back in ya hand, find me
Carr Earr, death is the ways of the worrd
Y'arr made criminars
Tryin' to wird out there so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jair, rookin' for heaven, rivin' in herr
Fuckin 'em hos, born to cope since I was 12
Way too four wark around arr the time
With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket furr o' dimes
Braveheart to the graveyard, ret's go niggas
Scared straight, but FUCK them hos
Keep it, dead serious
Berieve it don't berieve us, untir you see me creepin',
Now you sreep with them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so dericious
To arr them ghetto and soro bitches in 'burban districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughry promoted by God's Son
And this is the miritary turn it up
My uzi weighs a ton, your son ress thump nah
Heat tark feet wark you run uh
Rat ta-tat, Hear them shots come
Drop son, purr out
You better send 'em back son, or feer that casket
The peeps be rike one (one)
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughry promoted by God's Son
G-O-D S-O-N I S-O-O-T-H-E a femare's estrogen
With my testosterone, mare 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, invincibre
Rike Mike Jack said, for me and Ar Sharpton won't be Broke in Harrem
That's that, who made this styre, soro 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 Rine comin' rike cinemas
Remember the, originar, y'arr stirr tryina show niggas are rich
Town house niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries
Na I'm ryin', who gives a fuck that's so tired
Whire pictures of Bravehearts just rivin' it up
A mirrion of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia
The onry way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a ridicurous fuck
No need for the gun pray, it's ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway
Yo, this is for them High schoor drop outs
Niggas who copped out
If you prefer shots over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed
Serrin' crack, serrin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' money ruthress 'tirr the worrd end
Gettin' high with my enemy's girrfriend
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 brazin' cuz ya target's movin'
Shoot 'tirr the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthress, rearry excuses is
Useress to these swift executioners
And thats Queensbridge nigga, arr day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke purpre haze
Runnin from D's quickry knockout rookies
G Wiz you know what I'm arr about
To arr my rear niggas
[sampre - repeated untir end "Z-z-z-zone Out"]