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Killa shouted\nAnd Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost\n\nGuzzled his drink, and staggered off\nHe's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill\nCouldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel\nSomething in the air, yeah\n\nFrank returned with Pierre\nA gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year\nI usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend\nAnd everyone except for me had started reachin'\n\nThey had gats in each others faces\nWith kids and grandmothers around\nFrank's only concern was his papers\nMy man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off\n\nPolice blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off\nRunnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots\nStartin' shit in my hood, I can't have it\nYo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless\n\nJake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous\nDip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave\nHearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'\nWe breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died\nInternal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95\n\nShootouts is similar to Wild West\nBroad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\nYou know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\nPlease God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n\nSee, It Was Written, but was never told\nPeep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\nNiggas roll with iron\nPolice roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot\nNigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.58] Yo, release what's in me\n[00:06.15] Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty\n[00:08.44] Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny\n[00:11.30] Instead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams\n[00:14.19] I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at\n[00:16.52] It's slow, lookin' for Rambo\n[00:18.29] The cop who got grazed back in the days\n[00:20.45] Chasin' niggas through my project maze\n[00:22.32] That cop — he got a death wish\n[00:23.71] He run behind niggas until you breathless\n[00:26.02] Everyday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!\n[00:27.99] My nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with\n[00:30.37] I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it\n[00:33.15] (Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)\n[00:35.84] Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum\n[00:38.21] To check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar\n[00:42.45] Vittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater\n[00:44.50] I heard she brag about the way he eat her\n[00:46.38] A Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba\n[00:49.96] She due, be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul\n[00:52.18] Speakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud\n[00:55.54] Fat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'\n[00:58.58] Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron\n[01:01.42] I heard she let Jake investigate from her window\n[01:04.15] 'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info\n[01:07.16] So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up\n[01:10.11] I know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up\n[01:12.55] (Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst\n[01:15.26] They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first\n[01:17.23] We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt\n[01:20.38] I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth\n[01:23.14] We saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors\n[01:25.59] They eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)\n[01:28.32] Pull his shades down, they seen his last days now\n[01:30.84] There's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now\n[01:33.98] Two in the dome, he's laid down\n[01:35.65] A-yo, the bitch is saved now\n[01:37.23] She's livin' in a snitch grave now\n[01:39.93] Shootouts is similar to Wild West\n[01:42.38] Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\n[01:44.95] You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\n[01:48.05] Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n[01:50.77] See, It Was Written, but was never told\n[01:52.82] Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\n[01:55.61] Niggas roll with iron\n[01:56.91] Police roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot\n[01:59.84] Fuck Jake, cock and shoot\n[02:01.66] Still on the streets with my peeps so deep\n[02:03.82] We threw a block party for my man goin' up creek\n[02:06.62] To do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board\n[02:09.73] Peace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record\n[02:12.21] Pop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn\n[02:15.37] We can watch the tape, play back and just zone\n[02:17.63] Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions\n[02:21.03] We block the streets off, only crew cars can enter\n[02:23.83] Music was loud and it was crowded\n[02:25.78] Barbecued wings, we fed the fiends\n[02:27.85] (Gamble in the back!) 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|-\n  Yo, release what's in me\n  Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty\n  Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny\n  Instead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams\n\n  I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at\n  It's slow, lookin' for Rambo\n  The cop who got grazed back in the days\n  Chasin' niggas through my project maze\n\n  That cop — he got a death wish\n  He run behind niggas until you breathless\n  Everyday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!\n  My nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with\n\n  I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it\n  (Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)\n  Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum\n  To check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar\n\n  Vittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater\n  I heard she brag about the way he eat her\n  A Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba\n  She due, be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul\n\n  Speakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud\n  Fat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'\n  Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron\n  I heard she let Jake investigate from her window\n\n  'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info\n  So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up\n  I know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up\n  (Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst\n\n  They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first\n  We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt\n  I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth\n  We saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors\n\n  They eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)\n  Pull his shades down, they seen his last days now\n  There's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now\n  Two in the dome, he's laid down\n  A-yo, the bitch is saved now\n  She's livin' in a snitch grave now\n\n  Shootouts 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Killa shouted\n  And Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost\n\n  Guzzled his drink, and staggered off\n  He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill\n  Couldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel\n  Something in the air, yeah\n\n  Frank returned with Pierre\n  A gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year\n  I usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend\n  And everyone except for me had started reachin'\n\n  They had gats in each others faces\n  With kids and grandmothers around\n  Frank's only concern was his papers\n  My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off\n\n  Police blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off\n  Runnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots\n  Startin' shit in my hood, I can't have it\n  Yo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless\n\n  Jake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous\n  Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave\n  Hearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'\n  We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died\n  Internal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95\n\n  Shootouts is similar to Wild West\n  Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\n  You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\n  Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n\n  See, It Was Written, but was never told\n  Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\n  Niggas roll with iron\n  Police roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot\n  Nigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot\n"},{"id":18594749,"name":"Shootouts","trackName":"Shootouts","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"J-Love Presents Nas' Finest Pt. 1","duration":224.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, release what's in me\nBesides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty\nFiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny\nInstead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams\n\nI pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at\nIt's slow, lookin' for Rambo\nThe cop who got grazed back in the days\nChasin' niggas through my project maze\n\nThat cop — he got a death wish\nHe run behind niggas until you breathless\nEveryday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!\nMy nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with\n\nI even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it\n(Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)\nPeep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum\nTo check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar\n\nVittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater\nI heard she brag about the way he eat her\nA Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba\nShe due, be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul\n\nSpeakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud\nFat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'\nRock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron\nI heard she let Jake investigate from her window\n\n'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info\nSo now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up\nI know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up\n(Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst\n\nThey had the chains on, son, hit the lock first\nWe busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt\nI grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth\nWe saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors\n\nThey eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)\nPull his shades down, they seen his last days now\nThere's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now\nTwo in the dome, he's laid down\nA-yo, the bitch is saved now\nShe's livin' in a snitch grave now\n\nShootouts is similar to Wild West\nBroad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\nYou know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\nPlease God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n\nSee, It Was Written, but was never told\nPeep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\nNiggas roll with iron\nPolice roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot\nFuck Jake, cock and shoot\n\nStill on the streets with my peeps so deep\nWe threw a block party for my man goin' up creek\nTo do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board\nPeace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record\n\nPop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn\nWe can watch the tape, play back and just zone\nFilm all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions\nWe block the streets off, only crew cars can enter\n\nMusic was loud and it was crowded\nBarbecued wings, we fed the fiends\n(Gamble in the back!) 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|-\n  Yo, release what's in me\n  Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty\n  Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny\n  Instead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams\n\n  I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at\n  It's slow, lookin' for Rambo\n  The cop who got grazed back in the days\n  Chasin' niggas through my project maze\n\n  That cop — he got a death wish\n  He run behind niggas until you breathless\n  Everyday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!\n  My nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with\n\n  I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it\n  (Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)\n  Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum\n  To check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar\n\n  Vittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater\n  I heard she brag about the way he eat her\n  A Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba\n  She due, be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul\n\n  Speakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud\n  Fat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'\n  Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron\n  I heard she let Jake investigate from her window\n\n  'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info\n  So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up\n  I know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up\n  (Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst\n\n  They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first\n  We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt\n  I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth\n  We saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors\n\n  They eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)\n  Pull his shades down, they seen his last days now\n  There's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now\n  Two in the dome, he's laid down\n  A-yo, the bitch is saved now\n  She's livin' in a snitch grave now\n\n  Shootouts is similar to Wild West\n  Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\n  You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\n  Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n\n  See, It Was Written, but was never told\n  Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\n  Niggas roll with iron\n  Police roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot\n  Fuck Jake, cock and shoot\n\n  Still on the streets with my peeps so deep\n  We threw a block party for my man goin' up creek\n  To do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board\n  Peace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record\n\n  Pop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn\n  We can watch the tape, play back and just zone\n  Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions\n  We block the streets off, only crew cars can enter\n\n  Music was loud and it was crowded\n  Barbecued wings, we fed the fiends\n  (Gamble in the back!) Killa shouted\n  And Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost\n\n  Guzzled his drink, and staggered off\n  He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill\n  Couldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel\n  Something in the air, yeah\n\n  Frank returned with Pierre\n  A gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year\n  I usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend\n  And everyone except for me had started reachin'\n\n  They had gats in each others faces\n  With kids and grandmothers around\n  Frank's only concern was his papers\n  My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off\n\n  Police blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off\n  Runnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots\n  Startin' shit in my hood, I can't have it\n  Yo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless\n\n  Jake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous\n  Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave\n  Hearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'\n  We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died\n  Internal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95\n\n  Shootouts is similar to Wild West\n  Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\n  You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\n  Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n\n  See, It Was Written, but was never told\n  Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\n  Niggas roll with iron\n  Police roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot\n  Nigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot\n"},{"id":20997545,"name":"Shootouts","trackName":"Shootouts","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"1996 - It Was Written (EU)","duration":487.824,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, release what's in me\nBesides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty\nFiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny\nInstead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams\nI pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at\nIt's slow, lookin' for Rambo\nThe cop who got grazed back in the days\nChasin' niggas through my project maze\nThat cop — he got a death wish\nHe run behind niggas until you breathless\nEveryday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!\nMy nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with\nI even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it\n(Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)\nPeep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum\nTo check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar\nVittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater\nI heard she brag about the way he eat her\nA Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba\nShe due, be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul\nSpeakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud\nFat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'\nRock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron\nI heard she let Jake investigate from her window\n'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info\nSo now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up\nI know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up\n(Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst\nThey had the chains on, son, hit the lock first\nWe busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt\nI grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth\nWe saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors\nThey eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)\nPull his shades down, they seen his last days now\nThere's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now\nTwo in the dome, he's laid down\nA-yo, the bitch is saved now\nShe's livin' in a snitch grave now\n\nShootouts is similar to Wild West\nBroad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\nYou know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\nPlease God, just save the life that the Devil sold\nSee, It Was Written, but was never told\nPeep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\nNiggas roll with iron\nPolice roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot\nFuck Jake, cock and shoot\n\nStill on the streets with my peeps so deep\nWe threw a block party for my man goin' up creek\nTo do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board\nPeace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record\nPop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn\nWe can watch the tape, play back and just zone\nFilm all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions\nWe block the streets off, only crew cars can enter\nMusic was loud and it was crowded\nBarbecued wings, we fed the fiends\n(Gamble in the back!) Killa shouted\nAnd Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost\nGuzzled his drink, and staggered off\nHe's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill\nCouldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel\nSomething in the air, yeah\nFrank returned with Pierre\nA gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year\nI usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend\nAnd everyone except for me had started reachin'\nThey had gats in each others faces\nWith kids and grandmothers around\nFrank's only concern was his papers\nMy man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off\nPolice blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off\nRunnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots\nStartin' shit in my hood, I can't have it\nYo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless\nJake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous\nDip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave\nHearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'\nWe breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died\nInternal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95\n\nShootouts is similar to Wild West\nBroad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\nYou know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\nPlease God, just save the life that the Devil sold\nSee, It Was Written, but was never told\nPeep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\nNiggas roll with iron\nPolice roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot\nNigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shootouts\n  artist: Nas\n  album: 1996 - It Was Written (EU)\n  duration_ms: 487824\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, release what's in me\n  Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty\n  Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny\n  Instead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams\n  I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at\n  It's slow, lookin' for Rambo\n  The cop who got grazed back in the days\n  Chasin' niggas through my project maze\n  That cop — he got a death wish\n  He run behind niggas until you breathless\n  Everyday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!\n  My nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with\n  I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it\n  (Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)\n  Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum\n  To check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar\n  Vittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater\n  I heard she brag about the way he eat her\n  A Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba\n  She due, be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul\n  Speakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud\n  Fat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'\n  Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron\n  I heard she let Jake investigate from her window\n  'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info\n  So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up\n  I know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up\n  (Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst\n  They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first\n  We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt\n  I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth\n  We saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors\n  They eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)\n  Pull his shades down, they seen his last days now\n  There's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now\n  Two in the dome, he's laid down\n  A-yo, the bitch is saved now\n  She's livin' in a snitch grave now\n\n  Shootouts is similar to Wild West\n  Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\n  You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\n  Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n  See, It Was Written, but was never told\n  Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\n  Niggas roll with iron\n  Police roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot\n  Fuck Jake, cock and shoot\n\n  Still on the streets with my peeps so deep\n  We threw a block party for my man goin' up creek\n  To do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board\n  Peace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record\n  Pop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn\n  We can watch the tape, play back and just zone\n  Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions\n  We block the streets off, only crew cars can enter\n  Music was loud and it was crowded\n  Barbecued wings, we fed the fiends\n  (Gamble in the back!) Killa shouted\n  And Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost\n  Guzzled his drink, and staggered off\n  He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill\n  Couldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel\n  Something in the air, yeah\n  Frank returned with Pierre\n  A gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year\n  I usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend\n  And everyone except for me had started reachin'\n  They had gats in each others faces\n  With kids and grandmothers around\n  Frank's only concern was his papers\n  My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off\n  Police blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off\n  Runnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots\n  Startin' shit in my hood, I can't have it\n  Yo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless\n  Jake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous\n  Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave\n  Hearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'\n  We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died\n  Internal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95\n\n  Shootouts is similar to Wild West\n  Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\n  You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\n  Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n  See, It Was Written, but was never told\n  Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\n  Niggas roll with iron\n  Police roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot\n  Nigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot\n"},{"id":20309481,"name":"Shootouts","trackName":"Shootouts","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"It Was Written","duration":265.090625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, release what's in me\nBesides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty\nFiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny\nInstead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams\nI pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at\nIt's slow, lookin' for Rambo\nThe cop who got grazed back in the days\nChasin' niggas through my project maze\nThat cop — he got a death wish\nHe run behind niggas until you breathless\nEveryday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!\nMy nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with\nI even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it\n(Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)\nPeep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum\nTo check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar\nVittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater\nI heard she brag about the way he eat her\nA Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba\nShe due, be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul\nSpeakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud\nFat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'\nRock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron\nI heard she let Jake investigate from her window\n'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info\nSo now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up\nI know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up\n(Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst\nThey had the chains on, son, hit the lock first\nWe busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt\nI grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth\nWe saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors\nThey eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)\nPull his shades down, they seen his last days now\nThere's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now\nTwo in the dome, he's laid down\nA-yo, the bitch is saved now\nShe's livin' in a snitch grave now\n\nShootouts is similar to Wild West\nBroad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\nYou know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\nPlease God, just save the life that the Devil sold\nSee, It Was Written, but was never told\nPeep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\nNiggas roll with iron\nPolice roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot\nFuck Jake, cock and shoot\n\nStill on the streets with my peeps so deep\nWe threw a block party for my man goin' up creek\nTo do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board\nPeace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record\nPop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn\nWe can watch the tape, play back and just zone\nFilm all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions\nWe block the streets off, only crew cars can enter\nMusic was loud and it was crowded\nBarbecued wings, we fed the fiends\n(Gamble in the back!) 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peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud\n  Fat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'\n  Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron\n  I heard she let Jake investigate from her window\n\n  'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info\n  So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up\n  I know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up\n  (Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst\n\n  They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first\n  We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt\n  I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth\n  We saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors\n\n  They eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)\n  Pull his shades down, they seen his last days now\n  There's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now\n  Two in the dome, he's laid down\n  A-yo, the bitch is saved now\n  She's livin' in a snitch grave now\n\n  Shootouts is similar to Wild West\n  Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\n  You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\n  Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n\n  See, It Was Written, but was never told\n  Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\n  Niggas roll with iron\n  Police roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot\n  Fuck Jake, cock and shoot\n\n  Still on the streets with my peeps so deep\n  We threw a block party for my man goin' up creek\n  To do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board\n  Peace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record\n\n  Pop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn\n  We can watch the tape, play back and just zone\n  Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions\n  We block the streets off, only crew cars can enter\n\n  Music was loud and it was crowded\n  Barbecued wings, we fed the fiends\n  (Gamble in the back!) Killa shouted\n  And Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost\n\n  Guzzled his drink, and staggered off\n  He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill\n  Couldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel\n  Something in the air, yeah\n\n  Frank returned with Pierre\n  A gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year\n  I usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend\n  And everyone except for me had started reachin'\n\n  They had gats in each others faces\n  With kids and grandmothers around\n  Frank's only concern was his papers\n  My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off\n\n  Police blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off\n  Runnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots\n  Startin' shit in my hood, I can't have it\n  Yo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless\n\n  Jake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous\n  Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave\n  Hearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'\n  We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died\n  Internal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95\n\n  Shootouts is similar to Wild West\n  Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\n  You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\n  Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n\n  See, It Was Written, but was never told\n  Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\n  Niggas roll with iron\n  Police roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot\n  Nigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot\n"},{"id":22554592,"name":"Shootouts","trackName":"Shootouts","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"It Was Written","duration":262.7258,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, release what's in me\nBesides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty\nFiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny\nInstead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams\nI pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at\nIt's slow, lookin' for Rambo\nThe cop who got grazed back in the days\nChasin' niggas through my project maze\nThat cop — he got a death wish\nHe run behind niggas until you breathless\nEveryday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!\nMy nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with\nI even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it\n(Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)\nPeep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum\nTo check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar\nVittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater\nI heard she brag about the way he eat her\nA Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba\nShe due, be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul\nSpeakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud\nFat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'\nRock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron\nI heard she let Jake investigate from her window\n'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info\nSo now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up\nI know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up\n(Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst\nThey had the chains on, son, hit the lock first\nWe busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt\nI grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth\nWe saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors\nThey eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)\nPull his shades down, they seen his last days now\nThere's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now\nTwo in the dome, he's laid down\nA-yo, the bitch is saved now\nShe's livin' in a snitch grave now\n\nShootouts is similar to Wild West\nBroad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\nYou know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\nPlease God, just save the life that the Devil sold\nSee, It Was Written, but was never told\nPeep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\nNiggas roll with iron\nPolice roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot\nFuck Jake, cock and shoot\n\nStill on the streets with my peeps so deep\nWe threw a block party for my man goin' up creek\nTo do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board\nPeace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record\nPop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn\nWe can watch the tape, play back and just zone\nFilm all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions\nWe block the streets off, only crew cars can enter\nMusic was loud and it was crowded\nBarbecued wings, we fed the fiends\n(Gamble in the back!) 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Killa shouted\n  And Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost\n  Guzzled his drink, and staggered off\n  He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill\n  Couldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel\n  Something in the air, yeah\n  Frank returned with Pierre\n  A gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year\n  I usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend\n  And everyone except for me had started reachin'\n  They had gats in each others faces\n  With kids and grandmothers around\n  Frank's only concern was his papers\n  My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off\n  Police blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off\n  Runnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots\n  Startin' shit in my hood, I can't have it\n  Yo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless\n  Jake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous\n  Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave\n  Hearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'\n  We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died\n  Internal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95\n\n  Shootouts is similar to Wild West\n  Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\n  You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\n  Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n  See, It Was Written, but was never told\n  Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\n  Niggas roll with iron\n  Police roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot\n  Nigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot\n"},{"id":22480822,"name":"Shootouts","trackName":"Shootouts","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"It Was Written","duration":230.172,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, release what's in me\nBesides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty\nFiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny\nInstead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams\nI pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at\nIt's slow, lookin' for Rambo\nThe cop who got grazed back in the days\nChasin' niggas through my project maze\nThat cop — he got a death wish\nHe run behind niggas until you breathless\nEveryday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!\nMy nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with\nI even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it\n(Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)\nPeep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum\nTo check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar\nVittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater\nI heard she brag about the way he eat her\nA Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba\nShe due, be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul\nSpeakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud\nFat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'\nRock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron\nI heard she let Jake investigate from her window\n'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info\nSo now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up\nI know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up\n(Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst\nThey had the chains on, son, hit the lock first\nWe busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt\nI grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth\nWe saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors\nThey eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)\nPull his shades down, they seen his last days now\nThere's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now\nTwo in the dome, he's laid down\nA-yo, the bitch is saved now\nShe's livin' in a snitch grave now\n\nShootouts is similar to Wild West\nBroad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\nYou know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\nPlease God, just save the life that the Devil sold\nSee, It Was Written, but was never told\nPeep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\nNiggas roll with iron\nPolice roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot\nFuck Jake, cock and shoot\n\nStill on the streets with my peeps so deep\nWe threw a block party for my man goin' up creek\nTo do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board\nPeace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record\nPop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn\nWe can watch the tape, play back and just zone\nFilm all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions\nWe block the streets off, only crew cars can enter\nMusic was loud and it was crowded\nBarbecued wings, we fed the fiends\n(Gamble in the back!) Killa shouted\nAnd Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost\nGuzzled his drink, and staggered off\nHe's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill\nCouldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel\nSomething in the air, yeah\nFrank returned with Pierre\nA gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year\nI usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend\nAnd everyone except for me had started reachin'\nThey had gats in each others faces\nWith kids and grandmothers around\nFrank's only concern was his papers\nMy man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off\nPolice blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off\nRunnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots\nStartin' shit in my hood, I can't have it\nYo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless\nJake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous\nDip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave\nHearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'\nWe breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died\nInternal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95\n\nShootouts is similar to Wild West\nBroad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\nYou know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\nPlease God, just save the life that the Devil sold\nSee, It Was Written, but was never told\nPeep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\nNiggas roll with iron\nPolice roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot\nNigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shootouts\n  artist: Nas\n  album: It Was Written\n  duration_ms: 230172\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, release what's in me\n  Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty\n  Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny\n  Instead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams\n  I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at\n  It's slow, lookin' for Rambo\n  The cop who got grazed back in the days\n  Chasin' niggas through my project maze\n  That cop — he got a death wish\n  He run behind niggas until you breathless\n  Everyday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!\n  My nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with\n  I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it\n  (Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)\n  Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum\n  To check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar\n  Vittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater\n  I heard she brag about the way he eat her\n  A Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba\n  She due, be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul\n  Speakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud\n  Fat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'\n  Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron\n  I heard she let Jake investigate from her window\n  'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info\n  So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up\n  I know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up\n  (Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst\n  They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first\n  We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt\n  I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth\n  We saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors\n  They eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)\n  Pull his shades down, they seen his last days now\n  There's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now\n  Two in the dome, he's laid down\n  A-yo, the bitch is saved now\n  She's livin' in a snitch grave now\n\n  Shootouts is similar to Wild West\n  Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\n  You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\n  Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n  See, It Was Written, but was never told\n  Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\n  Niggas roll with iron\n  Police roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot\n  Fuck Jake, cock and shoot\n\n  Still on the streets with my peeps so deep\n  We threw a block party for my man goin' up creek\n  To do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board\n  Peace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record\n  Pop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn\n  We can watch the tape, play back and just zone\n  Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions\n  We block the streets off, only crew cars can enter\n  Music was loud and it was crowded\n  Barbecued wings, we fed the fiends\n  (Gamble in the back!) Killa shouted\n  And Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost\n  Guzzled his drink, and staggered off\n  He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill\n  Couldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel\n  Something in the air, yeah\n  Frank returned with Pierre\n  A gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year\n  I usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend\n  And everyone except for me had started reachin'\n  They had gats in each others faces\n  With kids and grandmothers around\n  Frank's only concern was his papers\n  My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off\n  Police blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off\n  Runnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots\n  Startin' shit in my hood, I can't have it\n  Yo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless\n  Jake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous\n  Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave\n  Hearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'\n  We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died\n  Internal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95\n\n  Shootouts is similar to Wild West\n  Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\n  You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\n  Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n  See, It Was Written, but was never told\n  Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\n  Niggas roll with iron\n  Police roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot\n  Nigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot\n"},{"id":22648265,"name":"Shootouts","trackName":"Shootouts","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"It Was Written (Explicit)","duration":226.115918,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, release what's in me\nBesides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty\nFiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny\nInstead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams\nI pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at\nIt's slow, lookin' for Rambo\nThe cop who got grazed back in the days\nChasin' niggas through my project maze\nThat cop — he got a death wish\nHe run behind niggas until you breathless\nEveryday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!\nMy nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with\nI even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it\n(Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)\nPeep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum\nTo check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar\nVittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater\nI heard she brag about the way he eat her\nA Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba\nShe due, be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul\nSpeakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud\nFat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'\nRock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron\nI heard she let Jake investigate from her window\n'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info\nSo now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up\nI know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up\n(Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst\nThey had the chains on, son, hit the lock first\nWe busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt\nI grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth\nWe saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors\nThey eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)\nPull his shades down, they seen his last days now\nThere's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now\nTwo in the dome, he's laid down\nA-yo, the bitch is saved now\nShe's livin' in a snitch grave now\n\nShootouts is similar to Wild West\nBroad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\nYou know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\nPlease God, just save the life that the Devil sold\nSee, It Was Written, but was never told\nPeep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\nNiggas roll with iron\nPolice roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot\nFuck Jake, cock and shoot\n\nStill on the streets with my peeps so deep\nWe threw a block party for my man goin' up creek\nTo do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board\nPeace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record\nPop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn\nWe can watch the tape, play back and just zone\nFilm all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions\nWe block the streets off, only crew cars can enter\nMusic was loud and it was crowded\nBarbecued wings, we fed the fiends\n(Gamble in the back!) Killa shouted\nAnd Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost\nGuzzled his drink, and staggered off\nHe's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill\nCouldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel\nSomething in the air, yeah\nFrank returned with Pierre\nA gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year\nI usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend\nAnd everyone except for me had started reachin'\nThey had gats in each others faces\nWith kids and grandmothers around\nFrank's only concern was his papers\nMy man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off\nPolice blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off\nRunnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots\nStartin' shit in my hood, I can't have it\nYo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless\nJake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous\nDip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave\nHearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'\nWe breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died\nInternal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95\n\nShootouts is similar to Wild West\nBroad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\nYou know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\nPlease God, just save the life that the Devil sold\nSee, It Was Written, but was never told\nPeep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\nNiggas roll with iron\nPolice roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot\nNigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shootouts\n  artist: Nas\n  album: It Was Written (Explicit)\n  duration_ms: 226116\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, release what's in me\n  Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty\n  Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny\n  Instead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams\n  I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at\n  It's slow, lookin' for Rambo\n  The cop who got grazed back in the days\n  Chasin' niggas through my project maze\n  That cop — he got a death wish\n  He run behind niggas until you breathless\n  Everyday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!\n  My nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with\n  I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it\n  (Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)\n  Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum\n  To check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar\n  Vittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater\n  I heard she brag about the way he eat her\n  A Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba\n  She due, be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul\n  Speakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud\n  Fat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'\n  Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron\n  I heard she let Jake investigate from her window\n  'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info\n  So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up\n  I know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up\n  (Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst\n  They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first\n  We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt\n  I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth\n  We saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors\n  They eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)\n  Pull his shades down, they seen his last days now\n  There's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now\n  Two in the dome, he's laid down\n  A-yo, the bitch is saved now\n  She's livin' in a snitch grave now\n\n  Shootouts is similar to Wild West\n  Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\n  You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\n  Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n  See, It Was Written, but was never told\n  Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\n  Niggas roll with iron\n  Police roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot\n  Fuck Jake, cock and shoot\n\n  Still on the streets with my peeps so deep\n  We threw a block party for my man goin' up creek\n  To do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board\n  Peace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record\n  Pop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn\n  We can watch the tape, play back and just zone\n  Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions\n  We block the streets off, only crew cars can enter\n  Music was loud and it was crowded\n  Barbecued wings, we fed the fiends\n  (Gamble in the back!) Killa shouted\n  And Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost\n  Guzzled his drink, and staggered off\n  He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill\n  Couldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel\n  Something in the air, yeah\n  Frank returned with Pierre\n  A gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year\n  I usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend\n  And everyone except for me had started reachin'\n  They had gats in each others faces\n  With kids and grandmothers around\n  Frank's only concern was his papers\n  My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off\n  Police blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off\n  Runnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots\n  Startin' shit in my hood, I can't have it\n  Yo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless\n  Jake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous\n  Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave\n  Hearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'\n  We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died\n  Internal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95\n\n  Shootouts is similar to Wild West\n  Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\n  You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\n  Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n  See, It Was Written, but was never told\n  Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\n  Niggas roll with iron\n  Police roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot\n  Nigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot\n"},{"id":22094149,"name":"Shootouts","trackName":"Shootouts","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"It was written","duration":228.127347,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, release what's in me\nBesides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty\nFiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny\nInstead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams\nI pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at\nIt's slow, lookin' for Rambo\nThe cop who got grazed back in the days\nChasin' niggas through my project maze\nThat cop — he got a death wish\nHe run behind niggas until you breathless\nEveryday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!\nMy nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with\nI even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it\n(Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)\nPeep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum\nTo check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar\nVittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater\nI heard she brag about the way he eat her\nA Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba\nShe due, be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul\nSpeakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud\nFat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'\nRock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron\nI heard she let Jake investigate from her window\n'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info\nSo now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up\nI know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up\n(Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst\nThey had the chains on, son, hit the lock first\nWe busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt\nI grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth\nWe saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors\nThey eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)\nPull his shades down, they seen his last days now\nThere's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now\nTwo in the dome, he's laid down\nA-yo, the bitch is saved now\nShe's livin' in a snitch grave now\n\nShootouts is similar to Wild West\nBroad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\nYou know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\nPlease God, just save the life that the Devil sold\nSee, It Was Written, but was never told\nPeep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\nNiggas roll with iron\nPolice roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot\nFuck Jake, cock and shoot\n\nStill on the streets with my peeps so deep\nWe threw a block party for my man goin' up creek\nTo do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board\nPeace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record\nPop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn\nWe can watch the tape, play back and just zone\nFilm all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions\nWe block the streets off, only crew cars can enter\nMusic was loud and it was crowded\nBarbecued wings, we fed the fiends\n(Gamble in the back!) Killa shouted\nAnd Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost\nGuzzled his drink, and staggered off\nHe's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill\nCouldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel\nSomething in the air, yeah\nFrank returned with Pierre\nA gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year\nI usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend\nAnd everyone except for me had started reachin'\nThey had gats in each others faces\nWith kids and grandmothers around\nFrank's only concern was his papers\nMy man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off\nPolice blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off\nRunnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots\nStartin' shit in my hood, I can't have it\nYo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless\nJake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous\nDip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave\nHearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'\nWe breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died\nInternal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95\n\nShootouts is similar to Wild West\nBroad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\nYou know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\nPlease God, just save the life that the Devil sold\nSee, It Was Written, but was never told\nPeep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\nNiggas roll with iron\nPolice roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot\nNigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shootouts\n  artist: Nas\n  album: It was written\n  duration_ms: 228127\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, release what's in me\n  Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty\n  Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny\n  Instead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams\n  I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at\n  It's slow, lookin' for Rambo\n  The cop who got grazed back in the days\n  Chasin' niggas through my project maze\n  That cop — he got a death wish\n  He run behind niggas until you breathless\n  Everyday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!\n  My nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with\n  I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it\n  (Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)\n  Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum\n  To check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar\n  Vittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater\n  I heard she brag about the way he eat her\n  A Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba\n  She due, be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul\n  Speakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud\n  Fat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'\n  Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron\n  I heard she let Jake investigate from her window\n  'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info\n  So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up\n  I know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up\n  (Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst\n  They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first\n  We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt\n  I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth\n  We saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors\n  They eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)\n  Pull his shades down, they seen his last days now\n  There's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now\n  Two in the dome, he's laid down\n  A-yo, the bitch is saved now\n  She's livin' in a snitch grave now\n\n  Shootouts is similar to Wild West\n  Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\n  You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\n  Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n  See, It Was Written, but was never told\n  Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\n  Niggas roll with iron\n  Police roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot\n  Fuck Jake, cock and shoot\n\n  Still on the streets with my peeps so deep\n  We threw a block party for my man goin' up creek\n  To do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board\n  Peace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record\n  Pop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn\n  We can watch the tape, play back and just zone\n  Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions\n  We block the streets off, only crew cars can enter\n  Music was loud and it was crowded\n  Barbecued wings, we fed the fiends\n  (Gamble in the back!) Killa shouted\n  And Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost\n  Guzzled his drink, and staggered off\n  He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill\n  Couldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel\n  Something in the air, yeah\n  Frank returned with Pierre\n  A gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year\n  I usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend\n  And everyone except for me had started reachin'\n  They had gats in each others faces\n  With kids and grandmothers around\n  Frank's only concern was his papers\n  My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off\n  Police blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off\n  Runnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots\n  Startin' shit in my hood, I can't have it\n  Yo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless\n  Jake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous\n  Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave\n  Hearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'\n  We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died\n  Internal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95\n\n  Shootouts is similar to Wild West\n  Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\n  You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\n  Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n  See, It Was Written, but was never told\n  Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\n  Niggas roll with iron\n  Police roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot\n  Nigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot\n"},{"id":22073773,"name":"Shootouts","trackName":"Shootouts","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Original Album Classics","duration":226.026667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, release what's in me\nBesides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty\nFiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny\nInstead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams\nI pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at\nIt's slow, lookin' for Rambo\nThe cop who got grazed back in the days\nChasin' niggas through my project maze\nThat cop — he got a death wish\nHe run behind niggas until you breathless\nEveryday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!\nMy nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with\nI even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it\n(Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)\nPeep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum\nTo check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar\nVittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater\nI heard she brag about the way he eat her\nA Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba\nShe due, be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul\nSpeakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud\nFat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'\nRock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron\nI heard she let Jake investigate from her window\n'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info\nSo now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up\nI know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up\n(Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst\nThey had the chains on, son, hit the lock first\nWe busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt\nI grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth\nWe saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors\nThey eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)\nPull his shades down, they seen his last days now\nThere's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now\nTwo in the dome, he's laid down\nA-yo, the bitch is saved now\nShe's livin' in a snitch grave now\n\nShootouts is similar to Wild West\nBroad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\nYou know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\nPlease God, just save the life that the Devil sold\nSee, It Was Written, but was never told\nPeep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\nNiggas roll with iron\nPolice roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot\nFuck Jake, cock and shoot\n\nStill on the streets with my peeps so deep\nWe threw a block party for my man goin' up creek\nTo do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board\nPeace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record\nPop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn\nWe can watch the tape, play back and just zone\nFilm all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions\nWe block the streets off, only crew cars can enter\nMusic was loud and it was crowded\nBarbecued wings, we fed the fiends\n(Gamble in the back!) Killa shouted\nAnd Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost\nGuzzled his drink, and staggered off\nHe's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill\nCouldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel\nSomething in the air, yeah\nFrank returned with Pierre\nA gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year\nI usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend\nAnd everyone except for me had started reachin'\nThey had gats in each others faces\nWith kids and grandmothers around\nFrank's only concern was his papers\nMy man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off\nPolice blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off\nRunnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots\nStartin' shit in my hood, I can't have it\nYo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless\nJake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous\nDip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave\nHearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'\nWe breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died\nInternal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95\n\nShootouts is similar to Wild West\nBroad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\nYou know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\nPlease God, just save the life that the Devil sold\nSee, It Was Written, but was never told\nPeep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\nNiggas roll with iron\nPolice roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot\nNigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shootouts\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Original Album Classics\n  duration_ms: 226027\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, release what's in me\n  Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty\n  Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny\n  Instead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams\n  I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at\n  It's slow, lookin' for Rambo\n  The cop who got grazed back in the days\n  Chasin' niggas through my project maze\n  That cop — he got a death wish\n  He run behind niggas until you breathless\n  Everyday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!\n  My nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with\n  I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it\n  (Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)\n  Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum\n  To check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar\n  Vittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater\n  I heard she brag about the way he eat her\n  A Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba\n  She due, be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul\n  Speakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud\n  Fat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'\n  Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron\n  I heard she let Jake investigate from her window\n  'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info\n  So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up\n  I know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up\n  (Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst\n  They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first\n  We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt\n  I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth\n  We saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors\n  They eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)\n  Pull his shades down, they seen his last days now\n  There's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now\n  Two in the dome, he's laid down\n  A-yo, the bitch is saved now\n  She's livin' in a snitch grave now\n\n  Shootouts is similar to Wild West\n  Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\n  You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\n  Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n  See, It Was Written, but was never told\n  Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\n  Niggas roll with iron\n  Police roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot\n  Fuck Jake, cock and shoot\n\n  Still on the streets with my peeps so deep\n  We threw a block party for my man goin' up creek\n  To do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board\n  Peace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record\n  Pop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn\n  We can watch the tape, play back and just zone\n  Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions\n  We block the streets off, only crew cars can enter\n  Music was loud and it was crowded\n  Barbecued wings, we fed the fiends\n  (Gamble in the back!) Killa shouted\n  And Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost\n  Guzzled his drink, and staggered off\n  He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill\n  Couldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel\n  Something in the air, yeah\n  Frank returned with Pierre\n  A gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year\n  I usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend\n  And everyone except for me had started reachin'\n  They had gats in each others faces\n  With kids and grandmothers around\n  Frank's only concern was his papers\n  My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off\n  Police blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off\n  Runnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots\n  Startin' shit in my hood, I can't have it\n  Yo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless\n  Jake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous\n  Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave\n  Hearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'\n  We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died\n  Internal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95\n\n  Shootouts is similar to Wild West\n  Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\n  You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\n  Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n  See, It Was Written, but was never told\n  Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\n  Niggas roll with iron\n  Police roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot\n  Nigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot\n"},{"id":22134809,"name":"Shootouts","trackName":"Shootouts","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"1996 - It Was Written","duration":414.876735,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, release what's in me\nBesides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty\nFiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny\nInstead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams\nI pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at\nIt's slow, lookin' for Rambo\nThe cop who got grazed back in the days\nChasin' niggas through my project maze\nThat cop — he got a death wish\nHe run behind niggas until you breathless\nEveryday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!\nMy nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with\nI even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it\n(Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)\nPeep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum\nTo check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar\nVittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater\nI heard she brag about the way he eat her\nA Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba\nShe due, be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul\nSpeakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud\nFat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'\nRock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron\nI heard she let Jake investigate from her window\n'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info\nSo now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up\nI know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up\n(Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst\nThey had the chains on, son, hit the lock first\nWe busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt\nI grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth\nWe saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors\nThey eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)\nPull his shades down, they seen his last days now\nThere's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now\nTwo in the dome, he's laid down\nA-yo, the bitch is saved now\nShe's livin' in a snitch grave now\n\nShootouts is similar to Wild West\nBroad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\nYou know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\nPlease God, just save the life that the Devil sold\nSee, It Was Written, but was never told\nPeep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\nNiggas roll with iron\nPolice roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot\nFuck Jake, cock and shoot\n\nStill on the streets with my peeps so deep\nWe threw a block party for my man goin' up creek\nTo do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board\nPeace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record\nPop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn\nWe can watch the tape, play back and just zone\nFilm all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions\nWe block the streets off, only crew cars can enter\nMusic was loud and it was crowded\nBarbecued wings, we fed the fiends\n(Gamble in the back!) 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peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud\n  Fat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'\n  Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron\n  I heard she let Jake investigate from her window\n\n  'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info\n  So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up\n  I know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up\n  (Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst\n\n  They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first\n  We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt\n  I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth\n  We saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors\n\n  They eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)\n  Pull his shades down, they seen his last days now\n  There's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now\n  Two in the dome, he's laid down\n  A-yo, the bitch is saved now\n  She's livin' in a snitch grave now\n\n  Shootouts 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Killa shouted\nAnd Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost\nGuzzled his drink, and staggered off\nHe's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill\nCouldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel\nSomething in the air, yeah\nFrank returned with Pierre\nA gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year\nI usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend\nAnd everyone except for me had started reachin'\nThey had gats in each others faces\nWith kids and grandmothers around\nFrank's only concern was his papers\nMy man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off\nPolice blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off\nRunnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots\nStartin' shit in my hood, I can't have it\nYo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless\nJake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous\nDip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave\nHearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'\nWe breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died\nInternal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95\n\nShootouts is similar to Wild West\nBroad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\nYou know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\nPlease God, just save the life that the Devil sold\nSee, It Was Written, but was never told\nPeep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\nNiggas roll with iron\nPolice roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot\nNigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: shootouts\n  artist: nas\n  album: the acapellas you never got vol.7 (Bootleg Vinyl)\n  duration_ms: 223216\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, release what's in me\n  Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty\n  Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny\n  Instead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams\n  I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at\n  It's slow, lookin' for Rambo\n  The cop who got grazed back in the days\n  Chasin' niggas through my project maze\n  That cop — he got a death wish\n  He run behind niggas until you breathless\n  Everyday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!\n  My nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with\n  I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it\n  (Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)\n  Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum\n  To check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar\n  Vittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater\n  I heard she brag about the way he eat her\n  A Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba\n  She due, be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul\n  Speakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud\n  Fat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'\n  Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron\n  I heard she let Jake investigate from her window\n  'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info\n  So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up\n  I know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up\n  (Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst\n  They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first\n  We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt\n  I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth\n  We saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors\n  They eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)\n  Pull his shades down, they seen his last days now\n  There's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now\n  Two in the dome, he's laid down\n  A-yo, the bitch is saved now\n  She's livin' in a snitch grave now\n\n  Shootouts is similar to Wild West\n  Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\n  You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\n  Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n  See, It Was Written, but was never told\n  Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\n  Niggas roll with iron\n  Police roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot\n  Fuck Jake, cock and shoot\n\n  Still on the streets with my peeps so deep\n  We threw a block party for my man goin' up creek\n  To do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board\n  Peace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record\n  Pop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn\n  We can watch the tape, play back and just zone\n  Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions\n  We block the streets off, only crew cars can enter\n  Music was loud and it was crowded\n  Barbecued wings, we fed the fiends\n  (Gamble in the back!) Killa shouted\n  And Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost\n  Guzzled his drink, and staggered off\n  He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill\n  Couldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel\n  Something in the air, yeah\n  Frank returned with Pierre\n  A gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year\n  I usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend\n  And everyone except for me had started reachin'\n  They had gats in each others faces\n  With kids and grandmothers around\n  Frank's only concern was his papers\n  My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off\n  Police blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off\n  Runnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots\n  Startin' shit in my hood, I can't have it\n  Yo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless\n  Jake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous\n  Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave\n  Hearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'\n  We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died\n  Internal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95\n\n  Shootouts is similar to Wild West\n  Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\n  You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\n  Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n  See, It Was Written, but was never told\n  Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\n  Niggas roll with iron\n  Police roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot\n  Nigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot\n"},{"id":38493988,"name":"Shootouts","trackName":"Shootouts","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Baldur's Gate 3 (Original Game Soundtrack)","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, release what's in me\nBesides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty\nFiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny\nInstead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams\nI pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at\nIt's slow, lookin' for Rambo\nThe cop who got grazed back in the days\nChasin' niggas through my project maze\nThat cop — he got a death wish\nHe run behind niggas until you breathless\nEveryday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!\nMy nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with\nI even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it\n(Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)\nPeep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum\nTo check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar\nVittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater\nI heard she brag about the way he eat her\nA Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba\nShe due, be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul\nSpeakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud\nFat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'\nRock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron\nI heard she let Jake investigate from her window\n'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info\nSo now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up\nI know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up\n(Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst\nThey had the chains on, son, hit the lock first\nWe busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt\nI grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth\nWe saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors\nThey eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)\nPull his shades down, they seen his last days now\nThere's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now\nTwo in the dome, he's laid down\nA-yo, the bitch is saved now\nShe's livin' in a snitch grave now\n\nShootouts is similar to Wild West\nBroad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\nYou know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\nPlease God, just save the life that the Devil sold\nSee, It Was Written, but was never told\nPeep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\nNiggas roll with iron\nPolice roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot\nFuck Jake, cock and shoot\n\nStill on the streets with my peeps so deep\nWe threw a block party for my man goin' up creek\nTo do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board\nPeace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record\nPop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn\nWe can watch the tape, play back and just zone\nFilm all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions\nWe block the streets off, only crew cars can enter\nMusic was loud and it was crowded\nBarbecued wings, we fed the fiends\n(Gamble in the back!) Killa shouted\nAnd Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost\nGuzzled his drink, and staggered off\nHe's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill\nCouldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel\nSomething in the air, yeah\nFrank returned with Pierre\nA gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year\nI usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend\nAnd everyone except for me had started reachin'\nThey had gats in each others faces\nWith kids and grandmothers around\nFrank's only concern was his papers\nMy man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off\nPolice blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off\nRunnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots\nStartin' shit in my hood, I can't have it\nYo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless\nJake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous\nDip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave\nHearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'\nWe breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died\nInternal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95\n\nShootouts is similar to Wild West\nBroad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\nYou know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\nPlease God, just save the life that the Devil sold\nSee, It Was Written, but was never told\nPeep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\nNiggas roll with iron\nPolice roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot\nNigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shootouts\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Baldur's Gate 3 (Original Game Soundtrack)\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, release what's in me\n  Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty\n  Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny\n  Instead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams\n  I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at\n  It's slow, lookin' for Rambo\n  The cop who got grazed back in the days\n  Chasin' niggas through my project maze\n  That cop — he got a death wish\n  He run behind niggas until you breathless\n  Everyday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!\n  My nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with\n  I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it\n  (Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)\n  Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum\n  To check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar\n  Vittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater\n  I heard she brag about the way he eat her\n  A Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba\n  She due, be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul\n  Speakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud\n  Fat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'\n  Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron\n  I heard she let Jake investigate from her window\n  'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info\n  So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up\n  I know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up\n  (Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst\n  They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first\n  We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt\n  I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth\n  We saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors\n  They eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)\n  Pull his shades down, they seen his last days now\n  There's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now\n  Two in the dome, he's laid down\n  A-yo, the bitch is saved now\n  She's livin' in a snitch grave now\n\n  Shootouts is similar to Wild West\n  Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\n  You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\n  Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n  See, It Was Written, but was never told\n  Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\n  Niggas roll with iron\n  Police roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot\n  Fuck Jake, cock and shoot\n\n  Still on the streets with my peeps so deep\n  We threw a block party for my man goin' up creek\n  To do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board\n  Peace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record\n  Pop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn\n  We can watch the tape, play back and just zone\n  Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions\n  We block the streets off, only crew cars can enter\n  Music was loud and it was crowded\n  Barbecued wings, we fed the fiends\n  (Gamble in the back!) Killa shouted\n  And Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost\n  Guzzled his drink, and staggered off\n  He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill\n  Couldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel\n  Something in the air, yeah\n  Frank returned with Pierre\n  A gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year\n  I usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend\n  And everyone except for me had started reachin'\n  They had gats in each others faces\n  With kids and grandmothers around\n  Frank's only concern was his papers\n  My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off\n  Police blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off\n  Runnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots\n  Startin' shit in my hood, I can't have it\n  Yo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless\n  Jake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous\n  Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave\n  Hearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'\n  We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died\n  Internal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95\n\n  Shootouts is similar to Wild West\n  Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest\n  You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles\n  Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold\n  See, It Was Written, but was never told\n  Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold\n  Niggas roll with iron\n  Police roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot\n  Nigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot\n"}]