Shawn Smith - Shootout текст песни

I remember being 17

Walkin' home from the studio it was

Midnight, something ain't really sit right

African girl screamin' "don't walk further, there's been a murder!"

Looked left to a man screamin' for dear life

Would've probably went to help him if I feared Christ

But I was scared of the consequences

Or the cops to see me and be thinking' that i done did it

Did it like the streets always told me and mind my business

Another shootout!

Blat blat blat blat blat blat, (shootout!)

Seen two black hoodies run through the alleyway

But this was in the summertime and it was scorching

Two cop cars pulled on my small block, woke me in shock,

Threw on the sirens that they filled up my living room and porch with

Walked outside to an ambulance and the ambiance of a dead spirit

The transience of a man who's missed and intense swearing

A woman on the roof with a baby and younger daughter

Banging' on the windows, mourning over her husband's slaughter

I look around at the gathering of

The neighbors, gossiping, interacting

Crackhead babblin' how "savages killing strangers"

Screaming' at the cops, exaggerating' her anger

Lady with the baby and daughter

Complainin' aloud "they came in my house!"

The bedroom window the only way of saving her child

Hyperventilatin', impatient,

Remaining in doubt, that her husband wasn't making' it out

O.G. that I knew since I was a young' was only a couple houses down

Tried to stay in the game and stumbled out of bounds

Hearts drop as we watch them playing

The waiting game, seeing' they in pain

More than an hour passed and they pulled out a body bag

The sound of her agony filled the air as a trolley passed

I looked in the face of his younger daughter and saw the

Last, innocence of nothing bein' the same without her dad

That's why I don't have fun

How could we go get drunk?

Look around at all we done

So that's why I don't have fun

How could we go get drunk?

Look around at all we done

My first cup of drink was red rum

Shootout!

Blat blat blat blat blat blat, (shootout!)

"If you can't swim, you bound to drizown"

Doing petty crimes like stealin' a dead Sprint phone

One slip, run in ya whip like Fred Flintstone

All a nigga life, been judgin' me by my skin tone

You should read my essays, a month before I graduated

'Bout the government and how the masters from the past was racists

Teachers aggravated, mad I made it but they had to grade it

Agitated 'cause I know enough to get assassinated

I should probably chill on exposing all of they bad secrets

'Fore the government try to smother me for my brash speakin'

Creep through the city and give me that plastic bag treatment

(Unclear mumbles)

Percocet poppin' or copping up on Suboxen

They poppin' up with a problem, we line 'em up and we chop 'em

Tryna get my people to chill, be very patient

But they rather kill, reach for the steel like Gary Payton

Scary anxious, all this killing been out of order

Everyday we lookin' at life it's getting shorter

"My auntie she was 8 months pregnant and got slaughtered

Crossing the Ivory Coast border, rest in peace to her daughter

Could've been named Beatrice, southwest african savage,"

Let my nigga Buck Raw tell it, kinda sad

They thinking when they get money they'll get rid of the beef

New balances in your bank won't put an end to the sneaks

You done masked up, did dirt for loot and the base

Never knowin' that you roll with a group full of snakes

You got ten 17's at the stoop of ya place and it

Ain't all gucci now they got the scoop on your face

It's a kid in the window watching it all go down

Terrified of the outcome

Traumatized from seein' ya death but his safety is what's best

He know he gotta keep his mouth shut

It's just another shootout

Blat blat blat blat blat blat, (shootout!)

Shawn Smith - Shootout

Текст песни Shootout - Shawn Smith