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letra de shootouts (mcq remix) - mcqonthebeat

[intro: don blackman]
h-llo, morning, you look good, good to me
kissing the sky, i can feel it move me

[verse 1: nas]
yo, release what’s in me
besides the henny, its eyes that’s seen plenty
fiends get skinny as if queens was a craig jenny
instead of diet plans, it’s crack 200 grams
i pump a g-pack, peeping for where the d’s at

it’s slow, lookin’ for rambo, the cop who got grazed
back in the days, chasin’ n-ggas through my project maze
that cop he got a death wish
he run behind n-ggas until you breathless
every day he makin’ ten arrests, sh-t!

my n-gga check this, i know the b-tch he rest with
i even blessed it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(already checked it dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
peep, he parked his jeep in the back of the slum
to check tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde caesar
vittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater
i heard she brag about the way he eat her
a irish man short slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba

[chorus: don blackman]
h-llo, morning, you look good, good to me
kissing the sky, i can feel it move me

h-llo, morning, you look good, good to me
kissing the sky, i can feel it move me

[verse 2: nas]
still on the streets with my peeps so deep
we threw a block party for my man goin’ up creek
to do his two to four
n-ggas show love, from all around the board
peace lord
sony handy-cam on record

pop a bottle, ’cause when you come home we still got it sewn
we can watch the tape play back and just zone
film all the b-tches, on the benches with ill extensions
we block the streets off, only crew cars can enter

music was loud and it was crowded
barbecued wings we fed the fiends
“gamble in the back!” k!lla shouted
and frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a roley cost
guzzled his drink, and staggered off

he’s a big will, used to slang krill, now he own the hill
couldn’t take losin’ his cash, and i could feel
somethin’ in the air yeah
frank returned with pierre
a gunslinger, who n-ggas hadn’t seen in a year

[chorus: don blackman]
morning sunrise!

h-llo, morning, you look good, good to me
kissing the sky, i can feel it move me

- mcqonthebeat

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