Nas - Shootouts lyrics
Its eyes that seen plenty
Things get skinny as if queens was a craig jenny
Instead of diet plans it's crack 200 grams
I pump a g pack peeping for where the d's at
It's slow looking for rambo the cop who got grazed
Back in the days chasing niggas through my project maze
That cop he got a death wish
He run behind niggas until you're breathless
Everyday he making 10 arrests shit
My nigga check this I know the bitch he mess with
I even blessed it 40 dash 10 inspect it
[Already checked it dunn near his ankle you could see his gun]
Peep he parked his jeep in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha fat ass real fly with a blonde caesar
Vittidini summer gear she push a two seater
I heard she brag about the way he eat her
An Irish man short slim with a tan they say he lace her cheeba
She do be looking weaker how her teeth are foul
Speaking loud peep her style in and out every reefa cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy
In a moputh that's starving
Rock the same gear daily like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let jake investigate from her window
'Cause she's a nympho sucking dick and coughing up info
So now it's set-up, her and the beast can get wet-up
I know we vest up, we blazing from the neck up [yo let me knock first]
Soon as he opened it your glock burst
They had the chains on
Son hit the lock first
We busted in the cop jerked
Jungle popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she's hurt
We saw the camera, tape recorders, and the monitors
They eyeing us [nas we survived one from the 4-5]
Pull the shades down, they see its last days now
There's no way now we can be treated just like a slave now
Two in the dome, he's laid down
A-yo the bitch is saved now
She's living in a snitch grave now
[Chorus]:
Shootouts similar to the wild west
Broad daylight face to face without a vest
you know the episode thugs camouflage the spectacles
Please God this ain't the life the devil sold
See it was written, but it was never told.
Peep the jewels black man is even better than gold
Niggas roll with iron police roll in our pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck jake, cock and shoot
Still on the streets with my peeps so deep
We threw a block party for my man going up creek
To do his 2 to 4
Niggas show love from all around the board
Peace lors sony bandy camera record
Pop a bottle cause when you come home we still got it
Sewn we can watch the tape play back and just zone
Film all the bitches on the benches, with ill extensions
We black off the street only crew cars can enter
Music was loud and it was crowded
Barbecue wings we fed the feins [gamble in the back] Killa shouted
And Franck tried to stop the bank loss
'Bout what it really cost guzzled his drink and staggered off
He's a big will use to sling crills
Now he owns the hill, couldn't take losing his cash
And I could feel something in the air yeah
Franck returned with Pierre a gun slinger
Who niggas hadn't seeen in a year
I usually be holdin', especially this type of weekend
And everyone except for me had started reaching
They had gats in each others faces with kids and grandmothers around
Franck's only concern was his paper
My man killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off
Police blitz quick waiting for that to set off
Running ecstatic
It got me mad cause they a buch of faggots
Starting shit in my hood, I can't have it
Yo High get the 40-cali stainless
Jake is still out
Let's make it real and still make them niggas famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze dodge and weave
Hearing jake retaliating, and wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze jump in the ride heard Pierre died
Internal bleeding inside and ain't been back since 95
[Chorus]:
Shootouts similar to the wild west
Broad daylight face to face without a vest
You know the episode thugs camouflage the spectacles
Please God this ain't the life that devil sold
See it was written, but it was never told.
Peep the jewels black man is even better than gold
Niggas roll with iron police roll in our pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck jake, cock
