Artist: Hawk & Kryme Album: Exit 13 Song: Zone Out Typed by: pneumatic [Intro: Tommy Whispers] Uhh, Let's Go, Fuck writing shit down I'ma just go in the booth and just do what I like to do (Zone Out, Zone Out, Zone Out) Getting that money, Shit was right, All night, All night, All night Yeah, I know I had to get that money, Getting that money, Money, Money Money makes the world go round that's what they say Money makes the world go round that's what they say [Tommy Whispers] All praises due to the mic, Influenced by life Generals and hustlers losing they stripes Turn to the young product, And be using the white Flicking they Bic lighters hard and be hitting that pipe You got to live right to get right, You wanna pop off then get hype I get nice, Then smooth it out like Kahlua's on ice It's a fifty-fifty gamble like you shooting the dice Lets get rich, I progressed after each and every flip The projects, I got money on each and every strip My comrade got knocked off and hit with six To twelve, Now my nigga live'n in Hell Bid in the cells, Now my love is written in mails Send you a kite, C. Rule goddamn I miss you My little young physical, Super suave and buck tooth I run through kicking up swift like kung-fu [Hook 2X: Tommy Whispers] Zone Out, Zone Out, Zone Out, Zone Out [Tommy Whispers] Shame on me, I gotta put the blame on me For letting some dumb bitch get away with a G Caught slipping, You this dope game is much different When they get to naw'n and itch'n, They all get the sicking No description, Masked up sitting in the kitchen Your family's missing, And the phone's off the hook Somebody's getting juxed, Cause you dealing with crooks Apprehend em, Send em to the E.R. with lead in em Be replacing things you facing a King Animals, Wild guerrillas, Get placed in a bing It's a dirty game, Inflame a hammer or ring Shoot to kill, Everyday life is real In the field, Where cops even pop they steel You can't chill, The block's more hot then Brazil [Hook] [Tommy Whispers] I clutch my fist around the mic, And then I spit with fury I'm a growing epidemics Doc, And you can't cure me You can put me in any jail or hood and I won't worry Nigga wanna play ox tail I'll cook the beef with curry I'm from across the bridge doggie bone, This is Jersey I'm form Staten Isle roadie where we get dirty Muck kicks from the tre-eight that ate your face And I don't talk very much, Shit I don't do business well either If I feel you winning then I'ma rob ya, I'm a cheater What you expect from a project with the hyenas The rat packs and the lion heads that smoke reefer Tryna dodge the police, Poachers that sell heaters Tranquilize us then beat us down with chrome ninas Lock us in cage put up signs say'n don't feed us We just animals getting hunt down by the cannibals The Hannibal Lecters, Yo this is a lecture [Hook] [Outro: Tommy Whispers] T.M.F., Truth Means Facts The truth is never lack, Understand that