Elite - Shoot Outs lyrics

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Elite - Shoot Outs lyrics

(JADAKISS) (STYLES P) 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 n***as thatl die with ya Headed OT? Then bring some pies with ya Buy your man a lambo and tell him to fly with ya Or throw the n***a j**els and tell him to shine with ya I shine You shine Like smith n wesson you don't wanna feel the ghost Or the kiss of d**h n' Tubs still lift up So do the sink now Pablo escobar sh** Buyin a clink now Dead presidents sh** Robbin the Brinks now 100 shot tommy guns Hell of a stink now [Hook] J-A-D-A Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son Muah, im that n***a ya'll know that Do it Holiday Style Double R is Comin for War On the average day we smoke about a quarter And everything is bad for a n***a nowadays So we drink a lot of water Talk about you "so rich" n***a you "so b**h" That your parents probably think they got a daughter Yeah we them boys that bring all the terror We persevered through all the eras Lay n***as down with all barettas 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 [Hook] 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 n***a out for stealin something out on the tour And they makin technology to try and screw n***as I'm good long as an old gun will k** a new n***a Yall dudes with 9 lives got one life left And controversy sells but it ain't like d**h 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 yall n***as cuz im sneezing with my gun Ah-choo Bless you You ain't D Block or Double R n***a No doubt I'mma stretch you I'mma shoot back 10 feet I'mma catch you Real brutal sh** 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 And they never had AK's peelin face Cuz its written in the starts for us to seal your fate Time to skate [Hook]