Shootouts Lyrics - It Was Written - Nas

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, looking for Rambo, the cop who got grazed 

Back in the days, chasing niggas through my project maze 

That cop he got a death wish 

He run behind niggas until you breathless 

Everyday he making 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 

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 looking weaker, now her teeth are foul 

Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud 

Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a mouth that's starving 

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, sucking dick and coughing up info 

So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up 

I know he vest up, we blazing 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 eyeing 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, aiyo the bitch is saved now 

She's living in a snitch grave now 

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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 

Niggas roll with iron, police roll in hot pursuit 

trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot 

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[Nas] 

Still on the streets with my peeps so deep 

We threw a block party for my man going up creek 

To do his two to four, niggas 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 losing his cash, and I could feel 

something in the air yeah, Frank returned with Pierre 

A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year 

I usually be holding - 'specially this type of weekend 

And everyone except for me had started reaching 

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 niggas jet off 

Police blitz quick, waiting for that to set off 

Running the static, it got me mad cause they a bunch of faggots 

Starting 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 niggas famous 

Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave 

Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting 

We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died 

Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been back since '95 

Chorus