Nas - Shootouts lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas - Shootouts lyrics]
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 tit's
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
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 tit's
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