[Intro: Nas, (Wiz)]
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
[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, nigga, get you killed
Warning – Jungle always keep a gun on him
Pull out, brrrrrrrt, forehead yawning
Sloppy, dropping you birds
Close range so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No bullshit, back in ya head, vomit, call Earl
Death is the ways of the world
Y'all made criminals tryin' to wild nowadays
I 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
[Verse 2: Wiz]
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-I-Z, so delicious
To all them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts
I'm movin' on past you chumps, and very thorough
Promoted by God's Son
And this is the military turn it up
My Uzi weighs a ton, yo, 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 past you chumps, and very thorough
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 dead
Who made this style – Solo or X?
Or 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
Nah, I'm lyin' – who gives a fuck, that's so tired
Well, picture us, Bravehearts just livin' it up
A million of us, each nigga itchin' 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
[Verse 4: Jungle]
Yo, this is for them high school drop-outs
Niggas in crow, who copped out
If you prefer shots over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed
Sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' and you ain't turnin' back
Bravehearts gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' high with my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have the bike on a bitch
Now I got the Jeep on the strip
Coke in the pot, heat on my hip
[Verse 5: Wiz]
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, quick to knock out rookies
G Wiz – you know what I'm bout
To all my real niggas
[Chorus]
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
