The First 48

Lyrics

[Intro] Bang! bang! Ahh  Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrah  Who's that! Eg West nigga D  Bloc! It's Bizz Loc Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrah  ERR! Bang!  bang! nigga [Verse] Call me mosh-pit 'cause I'm wild as shit All my conflicts involved knives and sticks And when I say sticks, I mean nines and fifths Death  turned the left row 'cause I'm signed to crips Greedy motherfucker like gimme, gimme, gimme Money of all colors, somethin' like pennies The flow tight but I never rock skinny's Keep the gun cocked and I never rock jimmy's Bet! Say I'll be the last to fall These niggas never made cash at all D Block niggas, all blast metal Riding I ain't talking 'bout gas pedal Money gettin' long like a winner, pool stick Selling hard white, formed from a cool whip Bitch be a ten and I'm holding two fifths Everybody strapped but they never do shit Send the real shooters, I don't know if you is Nigga dealt me then he never knew Bizz One shot niggas while you selling Cubans You was on bikes when I copped a new Benz Eye so red Imma need a blue lens How you winnin' war 'fore you do is lose friends How you gettin' dollas if you never use sense [cents] I make dirty money so I know the true scent Fuck the subliminals just get to the facts, G If she loose then that bitch gettin' battried You got shot, now you wish you can catch me Rats killing cats like Itchy and Scratchy But a snitch will get merked 'fore he turn rat Wassi'd up my third nigga with my third gat Just remember your block is where the birds at Fuck boy tryna diss so I ERR that! Keep the guns on kotch for the onslaught Niggas jaws drop, dome shots, off your hard tops When the car stop, close range fuck a long shot Snitches call cops, real talks 'cause I'm on top TDot I'm the cream of the crop Diss me and I'll come through and start steamin' the Glock Just copped a new fifth with a beam on the top When I let the gun blow shots breezing the block Niggas rate the kid 'cause they know that I'm wildin' It's D Block! Motherfucker I be holdin' it down I use clips but my left hand loadin' the pound Three niggas rode out now we all outta rounds You all clowns, step you the next to be laid Shots wet, nigga leaving waves all in their brain Calling my name but don't hate it's part of the game This the first 48 the rest is all for the chain