Shoot First lyrics

Artist  : Hot Boys 
Song : Shoot First



 Send "Shoot First" Ringtone to your Cell 

 featuring  Papa Rue

(Papa Rue)
Yea, Yea You ??? It's Papa Rue (4 Real)
And tha Hot Boy$ Puttin it down for Cash Money!
COME DOWN!

Chorus: (Papa Rue)
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 Boy$ cummiting crime!
Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!
Just feel the heat of me low iron!

Verse 1: (Lil' Wayne)
Blah, to your face, hollow tips go chase
drum rates erase, everyday in the face (4 real)
I, I, shoot first, slugs leave quickly
she test me, plenty, niggaz gone bleed (yea, yea)
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 first!

Chorus: (Papa Rue)
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 Boy$ cummiting you crime!
Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!
Just feel the heat of me 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 as* 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 thats 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 Boy$ 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
f**k all that stuntin, duck, cause i'm shoot
first ya heard me!

Chorus: (Papa Rue)
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 Boy$ cummiting you crime!
Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!
Just feel the heat of me low iron!

Verse 3: (Young 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 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
nigaa that's what you get f**king with a nigga
like me
tha h.B. hot boys from C.M.R.
Like Juv, f**k with us it a be no tomorrow
think we playin, and test us bad nigga
it a be you as* one more nigga who will get a
figure.

Chorus: (Papa Rue)
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 Boy$ cummiting you crime!
Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!
Just feel the heat of me low iron!

Verse 4: (Juvenile)

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 & 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 sh*t 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 bit*h
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
bit*hes wanna be next, I picked the case
and then I broke through the Jects
Damn them bit*hes saw me i hope they don't talk
but if i think they gone talk beleive 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 f**king 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.)

(Papa Rue)
Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda

{Papa Rue is a reggae type rapper, just flow with
it}