Hot Boys - Shoot First lyrics

(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}