First Degree

Lyrics

[Da Franchise] Uh, {chuckles} Ey yo Chris Man, what you think these niggas was thinking man? Fuck y'all niggas thinking, man? Ain't no Violators except us man Why these niggas trying to Violate shit without us man huh? I told these niggas man a piece of the pie come in the game We want in man, Franchise want in [Verse 1] I love niggas who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they face Screaming for they mama Left with three in the dome three in the chest and waist Don't let this young nigga decieve you If you want beef then tell me where to meet you I'll bring so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, then step off Bitty boppin, chain rockin, notch in my belt My niggas rock raw and stick barrel style Niggas mouth till they catch lock jaw I got plans to spend a million and more Before I hit a million and four, before death Pull a gun on me squeeze one in me I'm trying to make sure, niggas want none of me You just don't know what these streets have done to me, what's become of me I was raised in a world so cold it's numbened me, I'm so dirty I'm filthy I done scared so many niggas, It's gonna take a scared nigga to kill me If it's murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz I'm guilty [Chorus- Ja Rule] x 2 It's murda, we gon leave you in, nigga Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, nigga No more crying over spilled blood Throw yo gunz if you a real thug Uhh [Verse 2] Yo, you see y'all sometime niggas, boy, you gon speak to the four Cause you'se a sometime thug, sometime seeking the law I'ma seek to you it you breathe no more, when we crash the door It's not a game, Pesci don't laugh no more, black Tahoe Stashing the door, fitting beautful in it A nigga jinxed so there's a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limit You know, double five, heading to L.I to buckle the pies Before I die I want you speakers to bleed my name Cafe, weed leaky K, franchise three of the same I let my niggas hit this man, cause ain't nuttin but X's on my hitlist, man And I'm a buisness man in the city, don't force the kid I'm a gangsta once I cross the bridge and I toss yo wig Frontin niggas, don't fake for me Cause for them cakes I'm running in yo bakery It's murda [Chorus- Ja Rule] x 2 It's murda, we gon leave you in, nigga Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, nigga No more crying over spilled blood Throw yo gunz if you a real thug Uhh [Verse 3] Ey yo my niggas stay on the job and if there's any drama involved We grip shotguns, maddex are the one's that revolve See me hoppin out a gray 5, dope in the trunk And enough coke to have these blocks open for months When I pop up, niggas better head for the hills Act up and you gon see how many heads'll get killed Starter for war, dog I'm holdin plenty of gunz Niggas come home to find a bomb taped to they son Bunch of violent niggas taking your one's Went from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard? I down henny till my vision is blurred Shit I'm only trying to live it up, get high and drunk till I hurl Type of nigga that'll bag up yo girl and twist her I got no love for these niggas and these bitch ass niggas Hatin me cause they wish they had it like me I'm from Brooklyn and I'm glad to be (Brooklyn!) It's murda [Chorus- Ja Rule] x 2 It's murda, we gon leave you in, nigga Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, nigga No more crying over spilled blood Throw yo gunz if you a real thug Uhh