Shootouts (Remix)

[Verse One: Celph Titled] 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 [Hook] [Verse Two: Blaq Poet] 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 [Hook] [Verse Three: Apathy] 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 [Hook]