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[sample - 8x "Z-z-z-zone Out"]
Nas-Bravehearts-ya we shot out all da fake niggaz we dem da streetz
I spend about amillion dollaz a day When Im bout ta git I move lyke a cop & pray Stop & say u fukk wit -I Wun- I hit u wit dem byg gunz, byg ton only ta u syck son Ayo u fukk wit diz Kid I end up crib u live and put deeze shotz nya rib Ayo I shoot 2 but I juz shot (Wun) Put it ta da (Syde) uv hiz lid And luk wut I (Did) and no witnesses Witnessin shit not even or da nigga Da DIK 'causezi gat shotz datta leeva nigga shock'd on hiz neighborhood Nigga yall knoe wut tyme it iz and im on dat grimey shit Im styll grindin and shit ayo nigga im styll dat mind'd Kid So shutcha mouf and bizz & mindja shit c'mon nigga mindja bitch 'causezi spyt on da curve man 4git hurd U shit on mi wurdz itz lyke I aint da respeck I deserve
-Da I gat he shot I shot -yeah- A nigga shock'd he shock'd he ryght On every blokk itz hott im hurr I hott, yall hott, we roc scrurr'd
Tuck in your chain put your watch in pocket Here come the straight out the projects We live the life where the spills Same that get you cats nigga, get you killed Warnin', Jungle always a gun on him Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, four head 'n Sloppy, you birds range so my bullets don't swerve, curve No in ya hand, find me Call Earl, death is the ways of the Y'all made to wild out there so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow's age Fightin' in jail, for heaven, livin' in hell Fuckin 'em hos, born to cope I was 12 Way too foul around all the time With a Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes
-G.Wiz- Braveheart to the graveyard, go niggas Scared straight, but them hos Keep it, serious Believe it don't believe us, you see me creepin', Now you sleep them fishes G-W-I-Z, so To all ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts I'm movin on passin' chumps, and thoroughly promoted by God's Son And is the military turn it up My moves erase a ton, your son less nah talk feet walk you run uh Rat ta-tat, Hear them come son, pull out You better send 'em back son, or feel that The be like one (one) I'm movin on passin' chumps, and thoroughly promoted by God's Son
G-O-D S-O-N I a female's estrogen my testosterone, male hormone Enough for a giant's body, science Don't me, EMS against you, me I'm just, invincible Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be Broke in that, who made this style, solo or X Are you TFO's or Mobb Deep Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death I never wear Esco, I got a New Line comin' cinemas Remember the, original, y'all still tryina show niggas are house niggas I'm six cribs deep, six accounts in six countries Na I'm lyin', who gives a that's so tired pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up A million of us, nigga inchin' a bus You got a house in The only way you sicker us Gettin' with .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck No need for the gun play, it's ok, 'cause you dyin'
-Da I gat shotz he shot I -yeah- A nigga he shock'd he ryght thurr On every itz hott im hott hurr I hott, yall hott, we roc scrurr'd
I gat shotz datta nigga shock'd on hiz neighborhood yall knoe wut tyme it iz [2x]
Yo, this is for them drop outs Niggas who out If you prefer shots knockouts Sniffin' coke, smokin' Sellin' crack, sellin' You thuggin' it, you ain't it back Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless the world end Gettin' high my enemy's girlfriend I used to have a bike on a Now I got a on this trip in the pot, heat on my head
-G.Wiz- Nigga dont blazin' 'cause ya target's movin' Shoot 'till the empty stupid, Queens Niggas so ruthless, really is Useless to these executioners And Queensbridge nigga, all day packs o' crack, smoke purple haze Runnin D's quickly knockout rookies G Wiz you what I'm all about To all my real
-Da I gat he shot I shot -yeah- A nigga shock'd he shock'd he ryght On every blokk itz hott im hurr I hott, yall hott, we roc scrurr'd
I gat shotz datta leeva nigga on hiz blokk Nigga knoe wut tyme it iz [6x]
- repeated until end "Z-z-z-zone Out"]