Shoot Outs "Feat. Styles P." Lyrics

Let's go, Feds in the precinct lookin' at our picture
If rap don't work, we gonna get it like Guy Fisher
I was taught to ride with them niggas that'll die with ya
Headed O.T.? Then bring some pies with ya

Buy your man a Lambo but tell him to fly with ya
Or throw the nigga jewels an' tell him to shine with ya
I shine, you shine, like Smith & Wesson
You don't wanna feel the Ghost or the Kiss Of Death an'

Tubs still lift up, so do the sink now
Pablo Escobar shit, buyin' a clink now
Dead presidents shit, robbin' the Brinks now
100 shot Tommy guns, hell of a stink now

J A D A
'Coz the P'll hollow the gun to holla at, son
Muah, I'm that nigga, y'all know that do it
Holiday Style, double R's comin' for war

J A D A
'Coz the P'll hollow the gun to holla at, son
Muah, I'm that nigga, y'all know that do it
Holiday Style, double R's comin' for war

On the average day we smoke about a quarter
An' everythin's is bad for a nigga nowadays
So we drink a lot of water
Talk about you so rich, nigga, you so bitch
That your parents probably think they got a daughter

Yeah, we them boys that bring all the terror
We persevered through all the errors
Lay niggas down with all Berettas
Everything in the bag, chains, watches, all your leathers

So you can act funny with yourselves
I'm in the hood with dope, sacks is filled twenty after twelve
A sign of the times, kitchen cook 38
38 treys that remind you of dimes

J A D A
'Coz the P'll hollow the gun to holla at, son
Muah, I'm that nigga, y'all know that do it
Holiday Style, double R's comin' for war
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J A D A
'Coz the P'll hollow the gun to holla at, son
Muah, I'm that nigga, y'all know that do it
Holiday Style, double R's comin' for war

Yo, hustlers, entrepreneurs, anything to do with the hood
That's what we responsible for
Battin' you down, knifin' you up, stompin' your jaw
Bail a nigga out for stealin' something out on the tour

An' they makin' technology to try an' screw niggas
I'm good long as an old gun will kill a new nigga
Y'all dudes with 9 lives got one life left
An' controversy sells but it ain't like death

So pop him in the head 'til his brains start to fizz on him
I ain't sell my soul to the Devil, I bought his from him
Waitin' on the day they say Jesus is gonna come
So God bless y'all niggas 'coz I'm sneezin' with my gun

Ah choo, bless you, you ain't D Block or double R, nigga
No doubt, I'ma stretch you
I'ma shoot back 10 feet, I'ma catch you
Real brutal shit, make sure I snap your neck too

SLR or the Aston Mar'
Lamborghini or the Porsche with the crashin' bars
Iced out or wear no ice at all
100 Gs on the dice game, life's a ball

Listen up, if you real, get real estate
We the best in the game, that ain't a real debate
An' they never had AKs peelin' face
'Coz it's written in the starts for us to seal your fate
Time to skate

J A D A
'Coz the P'll hollow the gun to holla at, son
Muah, I'm that nigga, y'all know that do it
Holiday Style, double R's comin' for war

J A D A
'Coz the P'll hollow the gun to holla at, son
Muah, I'm that nigga, y'all know that do it
Holiday Style, double R's comin' for war