First 48

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Apoc Krysis] [?] faces is what they rocking along the way Some busters done tryed it, but now they silently fade away I'm never damn quiet, I'm livin out to the fucking fullest [?] silence [?] because the [?] full of [?] Let's [?] you a simple trade, your life for eternal fame I really can't stand it mane, let's put on First 48 I'm still in the struggle but all my folks think I'm livin' good Some say we be evil but truly we just misunderstood [Chorus: ?] Let's [?] you a simple trade, your life for my fucking fame I really can't stand it mane, let's put on First 48 Let's [?] you a simple trade, your life for my fucking fame I really can't stand it mane, let's put on First 48 Let's [?] you a simple trade, your life for my fucking fame I really can't stand it mane, let's put on First 48 Let's [?] you a simple trade, your life for my fucking fame I really can't stand it mane, let's put on First 48 [Verse 2: SAM R I] Talkin' bout your fuckin' life, for my motherfuckin' fame And my body so damn [?] got me standin' in the rain The people just don't give a fuck, so I let my pistol buck Nigga got some monkey nuts [?] in the dust Back against the wall and I got nothing to loose The nigga that I am, always gotta point the proof See you walkin' in the store and I snatch your fuckin' chain Better be lucky I didn't snatch your motherfuckin' brain My aim like an army vic, try to run I leave you flick Catch you slippin' on the scene, bullets through your gucci head I'm from a fucking place, with fear over hate For the fuckin' fame your life we'll take [Verse 3: ] I-I-I do this shit for my people, the popo knocking me down We fly, gangsta communicate but they knocking a clown I'm on my 48, 40 ounces pouring out for the homie This 40 Glock [?] Let's [?] you a simple trade, this life for eternal fame Roll past with the devil, then [?] [?] stuck in the fucking hood Some say we be evil but truly we just misunderstood [Interlude: ?] [?] You wouldn't kill for you fam? You wouldn't kill for your brother? What was you [?] [?] talking shit [?] talkin' down [?] Threatening [?] The only difference? I have bullets [Verse 4: Apoc Krysis] [?] You see me in [?] Cause some come in too damn hot Some senses they on the grind So blaze up another one till the [?] is burnin' up No remorse for a fucking punk, whose body not turnin' up In army no club bitch, [?] is my one wish I'm servin the triple bends, you promised you called this I cut through the haters, the fakers, fuck em we see you trick I'm rollin' with [?] so just fuck who you creepin' with