Jae Millz - The First 48 lyrics

[Verse 1: Jae Millz] They said my last mixtape had too much talking so allow me to start this off with a coughin' just as I do often But this is just a portion, fly New York n***a but I'm so Boston b**h, get off 'em I'm fire, fuego You n***as all b**hes made in my eyes. Diego The hate is sweet n***a but don't play with me n***a Got that black star power but I'm A and E n***a n***as do your stupid a** like they do on the First 48 And this ain't the intro, it's just the first 48 No-no commercial breaks, I am great, f** mistakes I spit turbulence, b**h I'll make your jumbo jack shake I'm a hurricane, I'm a tsunami, f** it I'm a earthquake All wrapped in one big f**in' missle HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I got a present comin' your way, in the worse way I'll lay your a** out like school clothes on the first day And just look at you with that goddamn face SMH. Cold case. I'm k**ing n***as homie this is no race And DJ just go I ain't even gotta show tape 'Jae Millz' with a 'S'. 2 of the biggest somgs of last year, was I on 'em? Yes And the succesor we are Young Money, got me booked every night Performin' YM verses for the rest of my life. And be aight f** the crtics n***a Can't satisfy everybody so f** I'm livin' n***a Money, I get it n***a. And don't forget it n***a 'Bout to treat my moms to a house, in other words, I did it n***a Now back to the lyrics n***a Grim Reep Millz, I have come to collect spirits n***a Booth wise, it's homicide when I'm inside You tellin' lies, convertin' Jesus to Amistad You-you talking to that dark-skinned lady down in Memphis At the prescent nature, ready to start preachin' nature You askin' for your baby mama I can tell once you ask for a cup if water Rap prosecutors wanna make my run shorter Try to lock me down for verbal violence, every man-slaughter I said 'Judge is ballin' every word of that sh**' Who chrages false? Just ask, I'll be murderin' sh** Do your a** like the Russians did Alonso This The Flood n***a, f** a poncho I stimulate my mind, Cheech and Chongho Smoke that Oscar the grouch, 'til I look like Gonzo Somebody tell six I need a honcho, a pound though But knowin' how my lungs grow, fine where that's gonna go Half a million dollars last mixtape got in my way 2-tag flow, first 48 Millz! Lehgo!