Nighttime Shootouts feat. Celph Titled & Apathy - Capone, Vinnie Paz, R.A. The Rugged Man

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