DaSun
06-01-2007, 07:37 PM
Artist: Nas f/ Maino
Album: N/A
Song: Shootouts '05
Typed by: DaSun
[Movie sample dialogue]
[Chorus: Nas]
Shootouts is similar to Wild West
Broad daylight face to face without a vest
You know the episode Thugs camouflage & spectacles
Please God just save the lives that the Devil sold
See +It Was Written+ but was neva told
Peep the Jewel Black Man is even betta than gold
Niggaz roll wit iron, Police roll in hott pursuit
Tryin' to stop the loot, fuck Jake cock and shoot
[Maino]
You niggaz betta get your vest's up and know your medal right
I kill you; you try to keep me from better life
Friends tell me slow down you're speedin' ahead of light
But all I see is green, can't tell what's red or white
Run upon you and make you face my gun
It's either that or go home broke and have to face my Son
I came up, young and wild, playin' the blocks
Dang, my Pops was too high to stop me
Matter of fact my Mama was too high to watch me
So I'm in the Hood thirteen pants from the ?Rastees?
Dear Lord I hear my enemies creepin'
And they would hate to see me fulfill my dreams in
You would think the hood'll be proud of my achievements
Instead I ride around wit that .45 demon
This is for my niggaz in yard, it ain't fair
I always keep you in my prayers, watch me you get aired
You see the World is different
'Cause these niggaz ain't real, man they out here snitchin'
I'd rather ride in a cage, than rat on my homey
I break bread and then I split half for my homey
When you thought I left the hood, I came back for my homey
?You and him? I come through back for my homey
[Chorus: Nas]
[Nas]
Yo, through my years I bumped into all kinds of faces
And all kinds of niggaz
Some die for papers, others died over bitches
I only cried if he was really close to me
Then I ride wit the toast fully auto
I learned the realer they are the realer they fall
There's really three different type of niggaz overall
The King - The Man - The Boy - One conquers all things
The other two, well they into small things
Case in point, it was '91, pacin' the joint
Redzone on 54th street, the state was New York
Me and Wiz like the only two inside for the Bridge
The rest was Brooklyn, Bronx, Harlem, up in that mix
Played the bars, saw my man Ron
Already the plans wrong, Ron suppose to be upstairs 2nd Level
The club is jam packed, Front entrance detect the metal
A Bouncer let 'em in through the back, two Mac's
Thirty-Five shots apiece, true dat!
We planned to leave 3 a.m. wit door money 70 G's
The bouncer had it mapped out, see what he planned for
Was for us to get the cash and dash through the dance floor shootin'
But Ron was drunk actin' stupid
Dancin' wit somebody’s bitch wild, we walkin' through the crowd
Now, him and some niggaz beefin', then Ron started squeezin'
He fucked up the all shit for no reason ***[Guns Shots]****
[Chorus: Nas]
Album: N/A
Song: Shootouts '05
Typed by: DaSun
[Movie sample dialogue]
[Chorus: Nas]
Shootouts is similar to Wild West
Broad daylight face to face without a vest
You know the episode Thugs camouflage & spectacles
Please God just save the lives that the Devil sold
See +It Was Written+ but was neva told
Peep the Jewel Black Man is even betta than gold
Niggaz roll wit iron, Police roll in hott pursuit
Tryin' to stop the loot, fuck Jake cock and shoot
[Maino]
You niggaz betta get your vest's up and know your medal right
I kill you; you try to keep me from better life
Friends tell me slow down you're speedin' ahead of light
But all I see is green, can't tell what's red or white
Run upon you and make you face my gun
It's either that or go home broke and have to face my Son
I came up, young and wild, playin' the blocks
Dang, my Pops was too high to stop me
Matter of fact my Mama was too high to watch me
So I'm in the Hood thirteen pants from the ?Rastees?
Dear Lord I hear my enemies creepin'
And they would hate to see me fulfill my dreams in
You would think the hood'll be proud of my achievements
Instead I ride around wit that .45 demon
This is for my niggaz in yard, it ain't fair
I always keep you in my prayers, watch me you get aired
You see the World is different
'Cause these niggaz ain't real, man they out here snitchin'
I'd rather ride in a cage, than rat on my homey
I break bread and then I split half for my homey
When you thought I left the hood, I came back for my homey
?You and him? I come through back for my homey
[Chorus: Nas]
[Nas]
Yo, through my years I bumped into all kinds of faces
And all kinds of niggaz
Some die for papers, others died over bitches
I only cried if he was really close to me
Then I ride wit the toast fully auto
I learned the realer they are the realer they fall
There's really three different type of niggaz overall
The King - The Man - The Boy - One conquers all things
The other two, well they into small things
Case in point, it was '91, pacin' the joint
Redzone on 54th street, the state was New York
Me and Wiz like the only two inside for the Bridge
The rest was Brooklyn, Bronx, Harlem, up in that mix
Played the bars, saw my man Ron
Already the plans wrong, Ron suppose to be upstairs 2nd Level
The club is jam packed, Front entrance detect the metal
A Bouncer let 'em in through the back, two Mac's
Thirty-Five shots apiece, true dat!
We planned to leave 3 a.m. wit door money 70 G's
The bouncer had it mapped out, see what he planned for
Was for us to get the cash and dash through the dance floor shootin'
But Ron was drunk actin' stupid
Dancin' wit somebody’s bitch wild, we walkin' through the crowd
Now, him and some niggaz beefin', then Ron started squeezin'
He fucked up the all shit for no reason ***[Guns Shots]****
[Chorus: Nas]