Bài hát Shootouts Báo Lỗi

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]