Blaq Poet, Celph Titled, Apathy - Nighttime Shootouts lyrics

Hit the floor when you hear
Em blaze the carbon
Put in the best shape of your life
A round or rectangle coffin
Without a G pass you can be murdered
Cost you more than Yung
Berg’s jewelery, insurance
You could be hurted a lot of lames be con
Artists and shop lifters
It ain’t a game so my cartridge
Is filled with cop killers (wow)
Gun barrel longer than Yoshi’s tongue (it is)
Door knocker put a peephole
Through both your lungs (it did)
In a place where they package
Crack and meth up
So if you act aggressive don’t be
Shocked to see the flash suppressor
When the goons is in true
Form they shoot more
Leave so many holes in ya the doctor’s like
"Ain’t nothing we can do for him"
Gangsters will feed the heater
Eating heavy metal clips
Get bagged then fight them sentences
Like they have speech impediments
They’ll turn a bitch’ face to fish bait
And conjure up more blood than taking
Fish sticks off DJ Quik’s plate

Nobody knows I started it
Nobody cares either
Niggas pulling out them heaters
Them fire breathers
Duck behind a car, get behind a tree
Take the shit off safety and aim on one knee
Shots ricochet off the bodega
React quick, think fast
No time for a prayer
Little kids running and screaming
You can hear the sirens
Here comes the whole precinct
Oh shit, dun got shot, get
His gun, get his cracks
Before the fucking cops
Shootouts nigga, that’s how it go down
In your hood, my hood, in every town
Remember what I told ya, stay
Strapped like a soldier
Keep it moving like a motor
Cause a bullet don’t have no name
Only hot heat for yo ass bringing mad pain

When my man lost his job that’s the
Straw that broke the camel’s back
Baby momma bounced with his daughter
Sanity’s about to crack
All this dude wants is his family back
Popping Xanax and trying to
Fight these panic attacks
And that stupid fucking bitch
Never answers a check
Putting pictures up on Facebook
With some new cat
Fuck that, jumped inside his whip
Heaters under the seat
Slammed on the brakes at a crib
Then slid to his feet
Running up the steps, heart’s
Beating through his chest
About to fucking body his ex
Kicked in the door
She screaming they was called 5-0
He put a hole in her head
And watched the body fall slow
Daughter’s crying like crazy
Kissed her on the cheek
Said that mommy was evil
And her daddy’s weak
Told her don’t cry, he’s on to a better place
Now hide under your bed
I promise you’ll be safe
Police pull up with tires screeching
Reaching for they pistols and they see
Him emerging like he’s a demon
Shots start to pop, until his body drop
Shootout shootout suicide by a cop