Shootouts Chords by Nas

Tempo:
87 bpm
Chords used:

C#m

F#m

G

Bm

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] [C#m] Yo, release was semi, besides the Henny, his eyes had seen plenty, things get skinny as
if Queens was a crack Jenny, instead of diet plans it's crack, 200 grams, I pump a D-pack,
peepin' for where the D's at, it's slow, lookin' for Rambo, the cop who got grades back in
the days, chasin' niggas through my project maze, that cop he out of death wish, he run
behind niggas and kill you breathless, everyday he makin' 10 arrest shit, my nigga check
this, I know the bitch he rest with, I even blessed it, 40 dash 10 expected, already check
the gun, his ankle you can see is good, peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum
[F#m] to check Tanisha, fat ass real fly with the blonde Caesar, better than any summer gear
she puts the two seater, I heard she brag about the way he eat her, her Irish man short,
slim with a tan, they say he [C#m] laced a cheeba, she do be lookin' weaker now, her teeth would
bow, speakin' loud, peeper style, in and out of every reaper cloud, fat ass dissolvin',
like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin', rockin' scent gear daily, like a soldier in
my squadron, I heard she let Jake investigate from a window, cause he's an info, suck his
dick and caught enough info, so now we're set up, flyin' a beast to get wet up, I know
he's fessed up, we blazin' from the neck up, you let me knock first, soon as he opened
the check lock burst, they had the chains on, son hit the lock first, we busted in the
cop jerk, jungle pop one in his shirt, I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to [Bm] say she
hurt, [F#m] we saw the cameras take reporters in the monitors, they eyein' us, nah, yo he survived
one from the 4-5, pull the shades down, he's seen his last days now, there's no way now,
we could be treated just like a [C#m] slave now, two in the dome, he's laid down, and yo the
bitch is saved now, she's livin' in a snitch grave now, shootouts are similar to our west,
broad daylight, face to face with our best, you know the episodes, thugs, camera runs,
spectacles, police guard to save the life that the devil sold, tear was written but
was never told, people drew black masks even better than gold, niggas fall with time, police
rollin' hollers, who tryin' to stop the lil' fuck, jay, cock, shoot, still on the streets
with my peeps, so deep, we threw a block party for my man, goin' up crypt, the doers 2-4,
niggas show love from all around the board, peace lord, sony handy camera record, pop
a bottle, cause when you come home, we still got it's own, we could watch the tape playback
and just [F#m] zone, film all the bitches, on the benches with ill intentions, we blocked the
streets off, only crew cars could enter, music was loud and it was crowded, barbecue wings,
we fed the beans, gamblin' the bank, [C#m] all the shoutin', and frank tried to stop the
bank, lost about what a rollie cost, guzzle his drink and stack it off, he's a big wheel,
used to sling thrill, now we on the hill, couldn't take losin' his cash and I could
feel somethin' in the air, yeah, frank returnin' Pierre, I'm gun slinger, two niggas hadn't
seen in a year, I usually be holin', specially this type of weekend, and everyone except
for me had started reachin', they had gats in each other's faces, with kids, grandmothers
around, frank's only concern was his papers, my man kill a little, half of them fake niggas
jet off, police blitz quick, waitin' for that to [F#m] set off, runnin' the static, it got me
mad cause they a bunch of faggots, start shittin' my hood, I can't have it, yo, hi, get the
40 cali stainless, jake is still out, let's make it real and still make them niggas [C#m] famous,
sit behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodgin' weed, hearin' jake retaliatin', and
wiz was up the alley waitin', we breezed, jump in the ride, heard pierre died, eternal
bleeding inside, and ain't been [F#m] back since 95, shootouts are similar to wild west, raw
daylight, face to face without a vest, you know the episodes, thugs camouflaged the spectacles,
please god, save the lives that the [C#m] devil sold, see it was written but was never told,
beat the jews black man, it's even better than gold,
Key:  
C#m
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F#m
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G
2131
Bm
13421112
C#m
13421114
F#m
123111112
G
2131
Bm
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Learn the basic chords of Nas - Shootouts chords, with this master sequence: Bm, F#m, C#m and F#m. To build a solid grasp, start slowly at 43 BPM and then match the original tempo of 87 BPM. Fine-tune the capo based on your vocal range, ensuring it complements the key of C# Minor.

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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] Yo, release was semi, besides the Henny, his eyes had seen plenty, things get skinny as
if Queens was a crack Jenny, instead of diet plans it's crack, 200 grams, I pump a D-pack,
peepin' for where the D's at, it's slow, lookin' for Rambo, the cop who got grades back in
the days, chasin' niggas through my project maze, that cop he out of death wish, he run
behind niggas and kill you breathless, everyday he makin' 10 arrest shit, my nigga check
this, I know the bitch he rest with, I even blessed it, 40 dash 10 expected, already check
the gun, his ankle you can see is good, peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum
[F#m] to check Tanisha, fat ass real fly with the blonde Caesar, better than any summer gear
she puts the two seater, I heard she brag about the way he eat her, her Irish man short,
slim with a tan, they say he [C#m] laced a cheeba, she do be lookin' weaker now, her teeth would
bow, speakin' loud, peeper style, in and out of every reaper cloud, fat ass dissolvin',
like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin', rockin' scent gear daily, like a soldier in
my squadron, I heard she let Jake investigate from a window, cause he's an info, suck his
dick and caught enough info, so now we're set up, flyin' a beast to get wet up, I know
he's fessed up, we blazin' from the neck up, you let me knock first, soon as he opened
the check lock burst, they had the chains on, son hit the lock first, we busted in the
cop jerk, jungle pop one in his shirt, I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to [Bm] say she
hurt, [F#m] we saw the cameras take reporters in the monitors, they eyein' us, nah, yo he survived
one from the 4-5, pull the shades down, he's seen his last days now, there's no way now,
we could be treated just like a [C#m] slave now, two in the dome, he's laid down, and yo the
bitch is saved now, she's livin' in a snitch grave now, shootouts are similar to our west,
broad daylight, face to face with our best, you know the episodes, thugs, camera runs,
spectacles, police guard to save the life that the devil sold, tear was written but
was never told, people drew black masks even better than gold, niggas fall with time, police
rollin' hollers, who tryin' to stop the lil' fuck, jay, cock, shoot, still on the streets
with my peeps, so deep, we threw a block party for my man, goin' up crypt, the doers 2-4,
niggas show love from all around the board, peace lord, sony handy camera record, pop
a bottle, cause when you come home, we still got it's own, we could watch the tape playback
and just [F#m] zone, film all the bitches, on the benches with ill intentions, we blocked the
streets off, only crew cars could enter, music was loud and it was crowded, barbecue wings,
we fed the beans, gamblin' the bank, [C#m] all the shoutin', and frank tried to stop the
bank, lost about what a rollie cost, guzzle his drink and stack it off, he's a big wheel,
used to sling thrill, now we on the hill, couldn't take losin' his cash and I could
feel somethin' in the air, yeah, frank returnin' Pierre, I'm gun slinger, two niggas hadn't
seen in a year, I usually be holin', specially this type of weekend, and everyone except
for me had started reachin', they had gats in each other's faces, with kids, grandmothers
around, frank's only concern was his papers, my man kill a little, half of them fake niggas
jet off, police blitz quick, waitin' for that to [F#m] set off, runnin' the static, it got me
mad cause they a bunch of faggots, start shittin' my hood, I can't have it, yo, hi, get the
40 cali stainless, jake is still out, let's make it real and still make them niggas [C#m] famous,
sit behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodgin' weed, hearin' jake retaliatin', and
wiz was up the alley waitin', we breezed, jump in the ride, heard pierre died, eternal
bleeding inside, and ain't been [F#m] back since 95, shootouts are similar to wild west, raw
daylight, face to face without a vest, you know the episodes, thugs camouflaged the spectacles,
please god, save the lives that the [C#m] devil sold, see it was written but was never told,
beat the jews black man, it's even better than gold,

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