Nas: Zone Out Rmx (U Knoe Wut Tyme It Iz) Ft/Infa 1& Bravehearts

Braveheart for life

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Nas-Bravehearts-ya knoe-I1-Remix we shot out all da fake niggaz
we dem rumble'n da streetz

-I1-
I spend about amillion thousand dollaz a day
When Im bout ta git shot I move lyke a cop & pray
Stop & say u fukk around wit -I Wun-
I hit u wit dem byg gunz, byg ton only ta make u syck son
Ayo u fukk wit diz Kid I end up atcha crib
When u live and put deeze shotz nya rib
Ayo I myght shoot 2 but I juz shot (Wun)
Put it ta da (Syde) uv hiz lid dawg
And luk wut I (Did) and aint no witnesses
Witnessin shit not even 4tunbitch or da nigga Da DIK
'causezi gat shotz datta leeva nigga shock'd on hiz neighborhood blokk
Nigga yall knoe wut tyme it iz and im styll on dat grimey shit
Im styll grindin and shit ayo nigga im styll dat simple mind'd Kid
So shutcha mouf and mindja bizz & mindja shit c'mon nigga mindja bitch
'causezi spyt on da curve man 4git wutcha hurd
U shit on mi wurdz itz lyke I aint gittin da respeck I deserve

-Da Hook-
I gat shotz he shot I shot -yeah-
A nigga shock'd he shock'd he ryght thurr
On every blokk itz hott im hott hurr
I hott, yall hott, we roc niggaz scrurr'd

-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 cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him
Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, 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
F**kin '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

-G.Wiz-
Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but F**K 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 (one)
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son

-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 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 tryina 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 f**k 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 f**k
No need for the gun play, it's ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway

-Da Hook-
I gat shotz he shot I shot -yeah-
A nigga shock'd he shock'd he ryght thurr
On every blokk itz hott im hott hurr
I hott, yall hott, we roc niggaz scrurr'd

-chorus-
I gat shotz datta leeva nigga shock'd
on hiz neighborhood blokk
Nigga yall knoe wut tyme it iz [2x]

-Jungle-
Yo, this is for them Heismann 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

-G.Wiz-
Nigga dont stop blazin' 'cause 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

-Da Hook-
I gat shotz he shot I shot -yeah-
A nigga shock'd he shock'd he ryght thurr
On every blokk itz hott im hott hurr
I hott, yall hott, we roc niggaz scrurr'd

I gat shotz datta leeva nigga shock'd
on hiz neighborhood blokk
Nigga yall knoe wut tyme it iz [6x]

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