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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, peeping for where the D's at
    It's slow, lookin 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 until you breathless
    Everyday he makin ten arrests, sheeit
    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 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 vest up, we blazin 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 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, aiyyo the bitch is saved now
    She's living in a snitch grave now

    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
    Niggaz roll with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
    tryin to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot

    [Nas]
    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, niggaz 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 losin his cash, and I could feel
    somethin in the air yeah, Frank returned with Pierre
    A gun slinger, who niggaz 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 paper
    My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggaz 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 them niggaz 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 ninety-five


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