Shootouts

Yo, release what's in me, besides the henny Its eyes that seen plenty Things 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're breathless Everyday he making 10 arrests shit My nigga check this I know the bitch he mess with I even blessed it 40 dash 10 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 a blonde caesar Vittidini summer gear she push a two seater I heard she brag about the way he eat her An Irish man short slim with a tan they say he lace her cheeba She do be looking weaker how her teeth are foul Speaking loud peep her style in and out every reefa cloud Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy In a moputh 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 can get wet-up I know we vest up, we blazing from the neck up [yo let me knock first] Soon as he opened 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's hurt We saw the camera, tape recorders, and the monitors They eyeing us [nas we survived one from the 4-5] Pull the shades down, they see its 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 living in a snitch grave now [Chorus]: Shootouts similar to the wild west Broad daylight face to face without a vest you know the episode thugs camouflage the spectacles Please God this ain't the life the devil sold See it was written, but it was never told. Peep the jewels black man is even better than gold Niggas roll with iron police roll in our pursuit Trying 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 going up creek To do his 2 to 4 Niggas show love from all around the board Peace lors sony bandy camera 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 black off the street only crew cars can enter Music was loud and it was crowded Barbecue wings we fed the feins [gamble in the back] Killa shouted And Franck tried to stop the bank loss 'Bout what it really cost guzzled his drink and staggered off He's a big will use to sling crills Now he owns the hill, couldn't take losing his cash And I could feel something i