Nas

Nas - Shootouts lyrics

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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
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Author: N. Jones/S. Barnes/J. Olivier, Jean-Claude Olivier, Nasir Jones, Samuel Barnes

Composer: ?

Publisher: Sony Music Entertainment Inc., Zomba Enterprises, Inc., Ill Will Music, Inc., Slamuwell Productions Inc., DJ Premier Publishing, Gifted Pearl, Grand Imperial Music, Bridgeport Music, Inc., Juvenile Hall Music, BMG-Careers Music Inc., Famous Music Corporat

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Released in: 1996

Language: English

Appearing on: It Was Written (1996)

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