Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nighttime Shootouts feat. Celph Titled & Apathy , by - Capone. Release date: 17.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nighttime Shootouts feat. Celph Titled & Apathy |
| 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 |