Lloyd Banks - Bomb First lyrics

[kids ovation] [Intro:] DAMN! [Chorus: {DJ Whoo Kid}] I wish the worst on them n***as! [gunshot] Wish a hearst on them n***as! f** defendin' mine! I'm a bomb first on them n***as. Send 'em [gunshot] somewhere in the sky, fill a church for them n***as {Whoooooooo!} Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his n***as. [scream] Mound of dirt on them n***as, n***as betta wisen up Time is up! - Everybody get a shot, line 'em up! n***a sick of playin' games with' these lames, time to duck! Catch him hoppin' out his truck! - Dead stuck, {GOD-...} light 'em up! {DAMN} [gunshot] [Verse 1:] I stack a little, move a little, think a little quicker n***a play, he get the hammer, home improvement on that n***a. Nail 'em down at the salon! - German Luger to that n***a Cut 'em down, Eddie Scissor, Freddy Krueger on that n***a. [cla**ic evil laughter] Peep the coward shake my hand, behind my back he take a stab Haters so predictable! I'll show you how to make 'em mad; Make more! - Ain't no whistles in this sport - play ball, take 4! {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo} I'll getcha handled on an out of state tour. [scream] {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!} K small snakes, rattle tattle tale, get they mouth hit Jealous of the hoe you hit all way down to ya outfit. Stand up n***a! Got my wisdom from a ghetto vet Salute 'em from X'ing out but ain't put down the metal yet. {LLYOD BANK$!} Put me on whatever bet! I'm built for that, I never sweat! Pleeaase! How you touchin' me and you ain't made no chedda yet? n***a this is heaven sent, you know what side I represent South! Can't nobody save him, tell that boy protect his neck. {COME ON!} [Chorus:] I wish the worst on them n***as! Wish a hearst on them n***as! f** defendin' mine, I'm a bomb first on them n***as Send em' somewhere in the sky, fill a church for them n***as Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his n***as Mound of dirt on them n***as, n***as betta wisen up Time is up! - Everybody get a shot, line 'em up! n***a sick of playin' games with these lames, time to duck Catch him hoppin' out his truck! - Dead stuck, light 'em up! [Verse 2:] I think about the sleep, plus I been dreamin' 'bout the money Money move the world! Make the darkest day feel sunny. Ain't no question if I'm hungry, sh** I only got a taste Bad enough I'm gettin' money, coppers know me by my face. Groupies know me from they knees, 50 states and overseas f** you locked up on that corner for if it ain't over cheese? Jewelers know me for my ice, reefer known me all my life Keep me calm enough to function, blunts of Sour D all night. And the industry of motherf**ers I don't even like Punk rappers everywhere, I feel a robbery tonight! Ain't nobody gettin' nothin' free, no time to be polite I can't stand a b**h n***a and you probably the type! [Chorus:] I wish the worst on them n***as! Wish a hearst on them n***as! f** defendin' mine, I'm a bomb first on them n***as Send em' somewhere in the sky, fill a church for them n***as Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his n***as Mound of dirt on them n***as, n***as betta wisen up Time is up! - Everybody get a shot, line 'em up! n***a sick of playin' games with these lames, time to duck Catch him hoppin' out his truck! - Dead stuck, light 'em up! [gunshot] [beat stops] {DAMN!}