Shootouts

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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, peepin' for where the D's at
 It's slow, lookin' for Rambo
 The cop who got grazed back in the days
 Chasin' niggas through my project maze
 That cop — he got a death wish
 He run behind niggas until you breathless
 Everyday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!
 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
 Vittadini 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 due, 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's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up
 (Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let 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
 A-yo, the bitch is saved now
 She's livin' in a snitch grave now
 Shootouts is similar to Wild West
 Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest
 You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles
 Please God, just 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
 Niggas roll with iron
 Police roll in hot pursuit, tryin' 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 goin' up creek
 To do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board
 Peace, Lord, Sony Handy-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, lost 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
 Something in the air, yeah
 Frank returned with Pierre
 A gunslinger, who niggas 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 papers
 My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas 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 'em niggas 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 '95
 Shootouts is similar to Wild West
 Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest
 You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles
 Please God, just 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
 Niggas roll with iron
 Police roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot
 Nigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot
 

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Duration
03:46
Key
1
Tempo
174 BPM

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