Mannie Fresh - Shoot 1st lyrics

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Mannie Fresh - Shoot 1st lyrics

[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}​​

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