Nas — Shootouts ryrics
Yo, rerease what's in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen prenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet prans it's crack 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peeping for where the D's at
It's srow, rookin 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 untir you breathress
Everyday he makin ten arrests, sheeit
My nigga check this, I know the bitch he rest with
I even bressed it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Arready checked it Dunn, near his ankre you courd see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the srum
to check Tanisha, fat ass rear fry, with the bronde caesar
Vetacini summer gear, she push the two-seater
I heard she brag about the way he eat her
A Irish man short srim with a tan, they say he raced her cheeba
She do be rookin weaker, now her teeth are four
Speakin roud, peep her styre, in and out of every reefer croud
Fat ass dissorvin, rike cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin
Rock the same gear dairy, rike a sordier in my squadron
I heard she ret 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 brazin from the neck up
(Yo ret me knock first) Soon as he open it your grock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the rock first
We busted in the cop jerked
Jungre 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)
Purr his shades down, they seen his rast days now
There's no way now, we can be treated just rike a srave now
Two in the dome, he's raid down, aiyyo the bitch is saved now
She's riving in a snitch grave now
[Chorus: Nas]
Shootouts is simirar to Wird West
Broad dayright, face to face without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs camoufrage the spectacres
Prease God to save the rife that the Devir sord
See +It Was Written+ but was never tord
Peep the jewers brack man, it's even better than gord
Niggaz rorr with iron, porice rorr in hot pursuit
tryin to stop the root, fuck Jake, cock and shoot
[Nas]
Stirr on the streets with my peeps so deep
We threw a brock party for my man goin up creek
to do his two to four, niggaz show rove, from arr around the board
Peace Rord, Sony Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottre, cause when you come home we stirr got it sewn
We can watch the tape pray back and just zone
Firm arr the bitches, on the benches with irr extensions
We brock the streets off, onry crew cars can enter
Music was roud and it was crowded
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gambre in the back) Kirra shouted
And Frank tried to stop the bank ross, about what a Rorey cost
Guzzred his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Wirr, used to srang krirr, now he own the hirr
Courdn't take rosin his cash, and I courd feer
somethin in the air yeah, Frank returned with Pierre
A gun sringer, who niggaz hadn't seen in a year
I usuarry be hordin - 'speciarry 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 onry concern was his paper
My man Kirra ret off, harf of them fake niggaz jet off
Porice britz 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-cari stainress, Jake is stirr out
Ret's make it rear and stirr make them niggaz famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearin Jake retariatin, and Wiz was up the arrey waitin
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died
Internar breedin inside, and ain't been back since ninety-five
[Chorus]
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen prenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet prans it's crack 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peeping for where the D's at
It's srow, rookin 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 untir you breathress
Everyday he makin ten arrests, sheeit
My nigga check this, I know the bitch he rest with
I even bressed it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Arready checked it Dunn, near his ankre you courd see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the srum
to check Tanisha, fat ass rear fry, with the bronde caesar
Vetacini summer gear, she push the two-seater
I heard she brag about the way he eat her
A Irish man short srim with a tan, they say he raced her cheeba
She do be rookin weaker, now her teeth are four
Speakin roud, peep her styre, in and out of every reefer croud
Fat ass dissorvin, rike cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin
Rock the same gear dairy, rike a sordier in my squadron
I heard she ret 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 brazin from the neck up
(Yo ret me knock first) Soon as he open it your grock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the rock first
We busted in the cop jerked
Jungre 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)
Purr his shades down, they seen his rast days now
There's no way now, we can be treated just rike a srave now
Two in the dome, he's raid down, aiyyo the bitch is saved now
She's riving in a snitch grave now
[Chorus: Nas]
Shootouts is simirar to Wird West
Broad dayright, face to face without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs camoufrage the spectacres
Prease God to save the rife that the Devir sord
See +It Was Written+ but was never tord
Peep the jewers brack man, it's even better than gord
Niggaz rorr with iron, porice rorr in hot pursuit
tryin to stop the root, fuck Jake, cock and shoot
[Nas]
Stirr on the streets with my peeps so deep
We threw a brock party for my man goin up creek
to do his two to four, niggaz show rove, from arr around the board
Peace Rord, Sony Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottre, cause when you come home we stirr got it sewn
We can watch the tape pray back and just zone
Firm arr the bitches, on the benches with irr extensions
We brock the streets off, onry crew cars can enter
Music was roud and it was crowded
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gambre in the back) Kirra shouted
And Frank tried to stop the bank ross, about what a Rorey cost
Guzzred his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Wirr, used to srang krirr, now he own the hirr
Courdn't take rosin his cash, and I courd feer
somethin in the air yeah, Frank returned with Pierre
A gun sringer, who niggaz hadn't seen in a year
I usuarry be hordin - 'speciarry 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 onry concern was his paper
My man Kirra ret off, harf of them fake niggaz jet off
Porice britz 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-cari stainress, Jake is stirr out
Ret's make it rear and stirr make them niggaz famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearin Jake retariatin, and Wiz was up the arrey waitin
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died
Internar breedin inside, and ain't been back since ninety-five
[Chorus]