(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, n***az gone bleed (yea, yea)
Under the position of blood and Crystylle
hittin a n***a 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 n***a that a hit you set beat you son (4 real)
you know me lil' shorty Meacita's son
Lil' Wayne n***a, 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!, n***a 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 a** 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 n***a tonight we ridin'
these n***az thats playin with us like flys they gone be droppin'
we burnin' block like a forest fire burn n***a
them chopper bullets melt you body open burn n***a
like a perm sittin in a hoe hair to long burn n***a
beefin' with the Hot Boy$ i hope you people got insurance n***a
it's gone be 187 after 187, it's gone be blukah after blukah on my mack 11
every time i hit a n***a set the seen get worse you heard me
f** 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 n***a 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 k**a
settin, no hesitation in my per finger (Cash Money Crew)
when my guns bang it be singing like a sanger
head banger shottin n***az like a sarenge
wanna play games well say hello to my friend frankie
the n***a 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**ing with a n***a like me
tha h.B. hot boys from C.M.R.
Like Juv, f** with us it a be no tomorrow
think we playin, and test us bad n***a
it a be you a** one more n***a 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 n***a 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 sh**
my mommy used to tell me you gotta slow down
but I didn't wanna hear sh** cause I was a clown
look I done showed you lil n***az
I done mold you lil n***az
you besta not play with me cause
look,i done told you lil n***az
I ain't the one my nerves bad, I move quick
that was potna that you k**ed what's happening with you b**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
b**hes wanna be next, I picked the case
and then I broke through the Jects
Damn them b**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 j**s, they got n***az
trying to jack and I'm acting a f**ing fool
I know that everyday i gotta protect my naps
I know that a n***a 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}