Lyrics to Shoot First
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(Papa Rue)Yea, Yea You ??? It's Papa Rue (4 Real)And tha Hot Boy$ Puttin it down for Cash Money!COME DOWN!Chorus: (Papa Rue)Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murdathe Hot Boys come one time, How many say Murda, Bloody Murda, Cash Money Packing the low iron!Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time!Hot Boy$ cummiting crime!Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!Just feel the heat of me low iron!Verse 1: (Lil' Wayne)Blah, to your face, hollow tips go chasedrum rates erase, everyday in the face (4 real)I, I, shoot first, slugs leave quicklyshe test me, plenty, niggaz gone bleed (yea, yea)Under the position of blood and Crystyllehittin a nigga section with guns leavin it foulblow out cha sky's you coming bak with the gunslil bads yell HOT! to the top of my lungssame nigga that a hit you set beat you son (4 real)you know me lil' shorty Meacita's sonLil' Wayne Nigga, Calleon, H-O-T, B-O-Y, U-P-T soldiercan't stop me, with the bullets I throw, and the K's I toteand the weed i smoke, and the corners i done sewWho, you not ready uh uh not now, not then, not evernow bomb clear the spot, better back off, fore i blast offput my mask on and watch I,I, act a dawgya'll wanted beef and what we made it worse3 steps shoot pah!, nigga we shoot first!Chorus: (Papa Rue)Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murdathe Hot Boys come one time, How many say Murda, Bloody Murda, Cash Money Packing the low iron!Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time!Hot Boy$ cummiting you crime!Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!Just feel the heat of me low iron!Verse 2: (B.G.)It's a dirty world, gotta play the game for what it's worthI was taught the way to survive a shoot out is to shoot firstthat first draw daily it a leave you ass in the hoarseand i refuse to be the one on the T~shirtNow Lil' Turk you got the Ak? (He say for sure I got it)Lil' Wayne you drivin? (B.G. you know i'm drivin)Juve put your camouflage nigga tonight we ridin'these niggaz thats playin with us like flys they gone be droppin'we burnin' block like a forest fire burn niggathem chopper bullets melt you body open burn niggalike a perm sittin in a hoe hair to long burn niggabeefin' with the Hot Boy$ i hope you people got insurance niggait's gone be 187 after 187, it's gone be blukah after blukah on my mack 11every time i hit a nigga set the seen get worse you heard mefuck all that stuntin, duck, cause i'm shoot first ya heard me!Chorus: (Papa Rue)Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murdathe Hot Boys come one time, How many say Murda, Bloody Murda, Cash Money Packing the low iron!Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time!Hot Boy$ cummiting you crime!Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!Just feel the heat of me low iron!Verse 3: (Young Turk)When i shoot first erasing every nigga on your setTwo Timer my thug name i be thuggin in blackmore artillery than an army have realaserving you block you get caught be the one to killasettin, no hesitation in my per finger (Cash Money Crew)when my guns bang it be singing like a sangerhead banger shottin niggaz like a sarengewanna play games well say hello to my friend frankiethe nigga who working with 50 shots can't run can'thide so you automatically got, nonstop it becoming with full speednigaa that's what you get fucking with a nigga like metha h.B. hot boys from C.M.R.Like Juv, fuck with us it a be no tomorrowthink we playin, and test us bad niggait a be you ass one more nigga who will get a figure.Chorus: (Papa Rue)Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murdathe Hot Boys come one time, How many say Murda, Bloody Murda, Cash Money Packing the low iron!Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time!Hot Boy$ cummiting you crime!Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!Just feel the heat of me low iron!Verse 4: (Juvenile)Now a nigga was makin cake rolls by the case loadskept a chopper with a arm fold wherever I goand I always had to hustle & I could go headi was snatching by the truck loads all in your shitmy mommy used to tell me you gotta slow downbut I didn't wanna hear shit cause I was a clownlook I done showed you lil niggaz I done mold you lil niggaz you besta not play with me causelook,i done told you lil niggazI ain't the one my nerves bad, I move quickthat was potna that you killed what's happening with you bitchI hit em bam bam, two to the chestbam bam two to the headbam on through the neckI looked up, now which one of youbitches wanna be next, I picked the caseand then I broke through the JectsDamn them bitches saw me i hope they don't talkbut if i think they gone talk beleive they ain't gonna walk, you see these golds, these diamonds,all these houses, these jews, they got niggaz trying to jack and I'm acting a fucking foolI know that everyday i gotta protect my napsI know that a nigga wait'n trying to put it in my lap!(Shoot 1st.)(Papa Rue)Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda{Papa Rue is a reggae type rapper, just flow with it}




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