Jadakiss - Shoot Outs - Текст песни

(feat. Styles P)

                    [Gun shots]
                      [Jada laughing] haha

                    Lets go
                      Feds in the precent looking at our picture
                      If rap dont work then were going to get it like i diss ya
                      I was told to ride with them niggaz that'll die witcha 
                      Headed to O.T then bring some pies witcha
                      By ur man in lambo n tell to fly witcha 
                      Or through them niggaz jewels
                      N tell them to shyne witcha
                      I shyne
                      U shyne
                      Like the southern western
                      U dont wanna fell the ghost
                      Or the kiss of death
                      Tubs still left up
                      Selling the sinks now
                      Pablo oscobar shit
                      Buying the clip now
                      Dead presidents shit 
                      Robbing the bricks now
                      100 shot tommy gun
                      Hell of stink now

                    [Chorus x2]
                      J A D A cause the peel hollow the gun
                      To holla at sons
                      Y im that nigga yall know that
                      To holla at styles
                      The double r is coming 4 war what

                    [Verse two]
                      Yo talking about a quarter
                      And everything is bad for niggas know a days
                      So we drink a lot of water
                      Talking about ur so rich
                      Nigga ur so bitch 
                      That ur parents proabably think they had a daughter
                      Yea we da boys that bring all the terror 
                      We perserver thru all the errors 
                      We lay niggas down wit all berrats 
                      Everything in the bag
                      Chains,watches 
                      All your leathers
                      So u can act funny wit cha selfs
                      In the hood wit dope
                      Sex is still 20 after 12
                      A sign of the times
                      Kitchen cook thrity eight, thirty eight trays 
                      That well remind u of the dimes

                    [Chorus x2]

                    Hustler artchapanors
                      Nething to do with the hood
                      Thats what we responsible 4
                      Back down
                      Knifing u up
                      Stomping u jaw
                      Bail a nigga out for stilling something out on a tour
                      And we make a technology to try to screw niggas
                      Im good as long as i hold a gun to kill a new nigga
                      Yall dudes wit nine lives 
                      U got 1 life left
                      And controvorsory sells 
                      But it aint like death
                      So pop him in his head till his brain start to fizz on him
                      I aint sell ma sole to the devil i bought his from him
                      Waiting on the day they say jesus gon come
                      So god bless u niggas cause im snezzing with ma gun
                      Heachu
                      Bless u
                      U aint d block
                      Or double r nigga
                      No doubt ima stretch u
                      Im shot u back ten feet ima catchu
                      Real vodoo shit
                      Make sure i snap ur neck too
                      Thats a law on the aston marr
                      Lamborghini or the porsche with the crashing balls
                      Iced out
                      Or wear no ice at all
                      Hundred gs on the dice game
                      Lifes a ball
                      Listen up 
                      If u real
                      Get real and state
                      We the best in the game that aint no real debate
                      And the never had aks peel they face
                      Cause its writing in the stars to consele thier fate
                      Time to escape

                    [Chorus x2]