DJ Epik - Good Night lyrics

[Verse 1] I mix it with a bit of baking soda In this cracc sacc in the back pack before I make em older I put em in the game, n***a I'mma franchise player Put it in his brain, n***a, then his aunt died later Rolled in there quiet, I hold heavy metal where you can fry quick Like Sizzlean, all I wanna know is, Is he clean? If its not, it's right off the levee, smash off in a Chevy If it's hot, smoke up the whole area like Richard Petty In his brains and his guts in his baccseat, lookin like spaghetti in the pot Ready or not, I stay steady with the shot From long distance for instance break out like Eddie Brock Before I'm leavin, I'm leavin you bleedin on yo blocc [Hook] Good night, don't even fight, just let it go Ain't too many live when they get hit with the technical I don't sweat it though, I just roll I ain't gotta prove it, I just know It's all ready, better get used to it [Verse 2] I do hose, so if you see me on the streets and you got beef Believe me n***a I do blow hella n***as brains out f**in wit mine, cuz what I do got I got it while I was stuck on the grind carryin' two Gloccs Gettin off these roccs, gettin my roccs off f**in s*ut b**hes with nines until it pops off f**in stuff dicks in ya mind, f**in ya blocc off, n***a f** you f*ggots, you n***as talk soft [Hook] Good night, don't even fight, just let it go Ain't too many live when they get hit with the technical I don't sweat it though, I just roll I ain't gotta prove it I just know It's all ready betta get used to it [Verse 3] I'll put ya brains in a trash compactor, I'm smashin backwards And blastin at ya spot with the Mac and I gets to craccin like a bad head gasket I'll take ya nuts to ya momma in a basket I don't give a fucc, touch em up quiccer than Earl Scheib Dip on that a** in the pearl white and then good night Don't even fight, just let it go Ain't too many live when they get hit with the technical But I don't sweat it though I'm a blocc n***a like C-Bo, make ya bleed slow Jumpin over you n***as like I was Evel Knievel When I hit that right strapped up, you G n***as better bacc up, pacc up Cuz bodies bout to stacc up, when the Maserati wearin blacc stuff And I'm back in the cut, f**in it up, you young n***as betta wait yours I'mma sicko psycho run in the house get so psycho blood type-O Dancin with the devil with my hands on heavy metal, oh On every level go, when I put the pedal to the flo' It's good night [Verse 4] Some say I'm sicca than syphilis n***a get the picture? I'll rip ya spleen out and cook it and go have dinner wit ya I'm sicc in the head like Charles Michael, it'll take snick to get ya To paint different pictures if it's in the way hit ya with the siccness Get this n***a, I'mma keep it gangsta See you in the club and run up on ya a** then bank ya Ain't the, n***a to be f**in with when I got revenue If anybody got n***as that'll roll by and pop you, n***a, Kevin do I gots ta keep it that way, carry the outlaw like, 'Who is you?' I'm in grey and blue like I'm a Dallas Cowboy 24 on my jersey, hit em up by the 0-30 In the morning catch em stretchin and yawnin and stretch em out out on the lawn, it was so dirty, I put em in trash bags And put em in the backyard like I was livin in Baghdad I be givin n***as they hat back, and they heart in my baccpacc And they guts and they nuts and they intestines up in the Cadillac Good night, don't even fight, I spit that black flag n***as got it mixed up like baking soda in a cracc sacc Gotta get ya back cracced open, I'm a Southside strangler Creepin up in all blacc like Oakland, I'mma be there bangin' ya [Hook 4X] Good night, don't even fight, just let it go Ain't too many live when they get hit with the technical I don't sweat it though, I just roll I ain't gotta prove it I just know It's all ready, better get used to it Westside in tha house n***a