Shoot 1st

Lyrics

[Intro: Papa Rue] Yea-yea, you know what I'm saying, it's the one Papa Rue (4 Real) And tha Hot Boy$ Puttin' it down for Cash Money! (Uh-huh) Come down! [Chorus: Papa Rue] Have you ever heard of a murderer, bloody murderer The Hot Boys come one time, how many say murderer Bloody murderer, Cash Money packing the low iron, low iron Head bussa, wigsplitter one time Hot Boy$ committing crime, crime Head bussa, wigsplitter two times Just feel the heat of me low iron, low iron [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Blah, to your face, hollow tips go chase Drum rates erase, every day in the face (4 real) I, I, shoot first, slugs leave quickly She test me, plenty niggas gone bleed (Yea, yea) Under the possession of blood and crystal Hittin' a nigga section with guns, leavin' it foul Blow out ya, skies you coming back 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 Miss Cita's son Lil' Wayne Nigga, Corleone, 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, boom, clear the spot, better back off 'fore I blast off Put my mask on and watch I, I act a dawg Y'all wanted beef, and what, we made it worse Three steps, shoot, pah! Nigga, we shoot first [Chorus: Papa Rue] Have you ever heard of a murderer, bloody murderer The Hot Boys come one time, how many say murderer Bloody murderer, Cash Money packing the low iron, low iron Head bussa, wigsplitter one time Hot Boy$ committing crime, crime Head bussa, wigsplitter two times Just feel the heat of me low iron, low iron [Verse 2: B.G.] 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 first That first draw daily it a leave you ass in the hearse 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'? He said, "B.G., fo sho I'm drivin'" Juve put your camouflage nigga tonight we ridin' These niggas 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 ho hair to long burn nigga Beefin' with the Hot Boy$ I hope you people got insurance nigga It's gone be 187 after 187, it's gone be blukah after blukah on my MAC-11 Every time I hit a nigga set the seen get worse you heard me Fuck all that stuntin', duck, cause I'ma shoot first, ya heard me [Chorus: Papa Rue] Have you ever heard of a murderer, bloody murderer The Hot Boys come one time, how many say murderer Bloody murderer, Cash Money packing the low iron, low iron Head bussa, wigsplitter one time Hot Boy$ committing crime, crime Head bussa, wigsplitter two times Just feel the heat of me low iron, low iron [Verse 3: Turk] When I shoot first erasing every nigga on your set Two Timer my thug name I be thuggin' in black More artillery than an army have realer Serving you block you get caught be the one to killa Settin', no hesitation in my per finger When my guns bang it be singing like a sanger Headbanger, shootin' niggas like a syringe Wanna play games well say hello to my friend Frankie The nigga who working with fifty shots can't run can't 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 HB, Hot Boy from CMR Like Juve, 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 [Chorus: Papa Rue] Have you ever heard of a murderer, bloody murderer The Hot Boys come one time, how many say murderer Bloody murderer, Cash Money packing the low iron, low iron Head bussa, wigsplitter one time Hot Boy$ committing crime, crime Head bussa, wigsplitter two times Just feel the heat of me low iron, low iron [Verse 4: Juvenile] Now a nigga was makin' cake rolls by the caseloads Kept a chopper with a arm fold wherever I go And I always had to hustle that I could go head I was snatchin' by the truckloads 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' niggas, I done mold you lil' niggas You besta not play with me cause, look, I done told you lil' niggas I ain't the one, my nerves bad, I move quick That was my partner that you killed what's happenin' with you bitch? I hit him, bam-bam, two to the chest Bam-bam two to the head, bam, one 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 gone talk believe they ain't gon' walk You see these golds, these diamonds, all these houses, these jewels They got niggas trying to jack and I'm acting a fucking fool I know that every day I gotta protect my naps I know that a nigga waitin' trying to put it in my lap, shoot first [Outro: Papa Rue] Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda