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Shoot 1st
Yeah, yeah, you [unverified], it's Papa Rue
(4 real)
And tha Hot Boys puttin' it down for cash money
Come down
Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda
The Hot Boys come one time, how many say Murda
Bloody Murda, Cash Money packing the low iron
Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time
Hot Boys commiting crime
Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times
Just feel the heat of me low iron
Blah to your face, hollow tips go chase
Drum rates erase, everyday in the face
(4 real)
I, I, shoot 1st, slugs leave quickly
She test me, plenty, niggaz gon' bleed
(Yeah, yeah)
Under the position of blood and Crystylle
Hittin' a nigga section with guns leavin' it foul
Blow out cha sky's you coming bak with the guns
Lil' bads yell, hot to the top of my lungs
Same nigga that a hit you set beat you son
(4 real)
You know me lil' shorty Meacita's son
Lil' Wayne Nigga, Calleon, H O T, B O Y, U P T soldier
Can't stop me with the bullets I throw, and the K's I tote
And the weed I smoke and the corners I done sew
Who, you not ready uh, uh not now, not then, not ever
Now bomb clear the spot, better back off, 'fore I blast off
Put my mask on and watch I, I act a dawg
Ya'll wanted beef and what we made it worse
3 steps shoot pah, nigga we shoot 1st
Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda
The Hot Boys come one time, how many say Murda
Bloody Murda, Cash Money packing the low iron
Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time
Hot Boys commiting you crime
Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times
Just feel the heat of me low iron
It's a dirty world, gotta play the game for what it's worth
I was taught the way to survive a shoot out is to shoot 1st
That first draw daily it a leave you ass in the hoarse
And I refuse to be the one on the T-shirt
Now 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 that's playin' with us, like flys they gone be droppin'
We burnin' block like a forest fire burn nigga
Them chopper bullets melt you body open burn nigga
Like a perm sittin' in a hoe hair to long burn nigga
Beefin' with the Hot Boys, I hope you people got insurance nigga
It's gone be 187 after 187, it's gone be blukah after blukah
On my mack 11, every time I hit a nigga, set the seen
Get worse you heard me, fuck all that stuntin'
Duck, 'cause I'm shoot 1st ya heard me
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Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda
The Hot Boys come one time, how many say Murda
Bloody Murda, Cash Money packing the low iron?
Head bussa, wigsplitter one time
Hot Boys commiting you crime
Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times
Just feel the heat of me low iron
When I shoot 1st, erasing every nigga on your set
Two Timer, my thug name I be thuggin' in black
More artillery than an army have reala
Serving you block you get caught be the one to killa
Settin' no hesitation in my per finger
(Cash Money Crew)
When my guns bang it be singing like a sanger
Head banger shottin' niggaz like a sarenge
Wanna play games, well say hello to my friend Frankie
The nigga who working with 50 shots can't run
Can't hide, so you automatically got
Nonstop, it becoming with full speed
Nigga, that's what you get fucking with a nigga like me
Tha H.B. hot boys from C.M.R.
Like Juv, fuck with us it a be no tomorrow
Think we playin', and test us bad nigga
It a be you ass one more nigga who will get a figure
Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda
The Hot Boys come one time, how many say Murda
Bloody Murda, Cash Money packing the low iron?
Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time
Hot Boys commiting you crime
Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times
Just feel the heat of me low iron
Now a nigga was makin' cake rolls by the case loads
Kept a chopper with a arm fold wherever I go
And I always had to hustle and I could go head
I was snatching by the truck loads all in your shit
My mommy used to tell me, you gotta slow down
But I didn't wanna hear shit 'cause I was a clown
Look I done showed you lil' niggaz, I done mold you lil' niggaz
You besta not play with me 'cause look, I done told you lil' niggaz
I ain't the one my nerves bad, I move quick
That was Potna that you killed, what's happening with you bitch
I hit 'em bam bam, two to the chest
Bam bam, two to the head, bam on through the neck
I looked up, now which one of you bitches wanna be next
I picked the case and then I broke through the Jects
Damn them bitches saw me, I hope they don't talk
But if I think they gon' talk, believe 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 fool
I know that everyday I gotta protect my naps
I know that a nigga wait'n trying to put it in my lap
(Shoot 1st)
Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda
(Papa Rue is a reggae type rapper, just flow with it)
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