Zone Out Lyrics - Bravehearts

Braveheart for life 

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, 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 

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 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 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 

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