[Intro: Papa Rue]
Yea, Yea YoYou know what I'm saying, it's the one 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!
[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***as 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]
[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***as 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 ho 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]
[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***as 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]
[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***as
I done mold you lil n***as
You besta not play with me cause
Look,i done told you lil n***as
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***as
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}