Tytuł: Shootouts

• Wykonawca: Nas
• Wyświetleń: 283

Yo, release what's in me
  Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty
  Fiends 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, lookin for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
  Back in the days, chasin niggaz through my project maze
  That cop he got a death wish
  He run behind niggaz until you breathless
  Everyday he makin ten arrests, sheeit
  My nigga check this, I know the bitch he rest with
  I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten 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 the blonde caesar
  Vetacini summer gear, she push the two-seater
  I heard she brag about the way he eat her
  A Irish man short slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba
  She do be lookin weaker, now her teeth are foul
  Speakin loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
  Fat ass dissolvin, like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin
  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, suckin dick and coughin up info
  So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up
  I know he vest up, we blazin from the neck up
  (Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open 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 Earth
  We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the monitors
  They eyein us (Nas yo he survived one from the fo'-five)
  Pull his shades down, they seen his 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, aiyyo the bitch is saved now
  She's living in a snitch grave now
  
  [Chorus: Nas]
  
  Shootouts is similar to Wild West
  Broad daylight, face to face without a vest
  You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles
  Please God to save the life that the Devil sold
  See +It Was Written+ but was never told
  Peep the jewels black man, it's even better than gold
  Niggaz roll with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
  tryin to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot
  
  [Nas]
  Still on the streets with my peeps so deep
  We threw a block party for my man goin up creek
  to do his two to four, niggaz show love, from all around the board
  Peace Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on 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 block the streets off, only crew cars can enter
  Music was loud and it was crowded
  Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
  And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, about what a Roley cost
  Guzzled his drink, and staggered off
  He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the hill
  Couldn't take losin his cash, and I could feel
  somethin in the air yeah, Frank returned with Pierre
  A gun slinger, who niggaz hadn't seen in a year
  I usually be holdin - 'specially this type of weekend
  And everyone except for me had started reachin
  They had gats in each others faces, with kids
  and grandmothers around, Frank's only concern was his paper
  My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggaz jet off
  Police blitz quick, waitin for that to set off
  Runnin the static, it got me mad cause they a bunch of faggots
  Startin 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 niggaz famous
  Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
  Hearin Jake retaliatin, and Wiz was up the alley waitin
  We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died
  Internal bleedin inside, and ain't been back since ninety-five
  
  [Chorus]