Royce Da 5'9" - Bombist lyrics

[Chorus] Bomb First n***az You gotta hurt n***az Put in work n***az God made dirt n***az It don't hurt n***az Drama ain't certain n***az But d**h is So you gotta go and get 'em! Bomb first n***az You gotta hurt n***az Put in work n***az God made dirt n***az It don't hurt n***az Drama ain't certain n***az But d**h is So somebody gon' get it! [Verse 1] n***a get in ya car, if he pissin you off Get him, I don't wanna picture you pausin, cuz With you from the peddle to the floor From the shevel to the fo' fo' the devil only showed up for show Turn this up, turn off your phone And leave the "you wanna talk peace?" at home Faces corps or face them in court If you don't face 'em you gon' pay yo safety is short I got a babe to work for the courts I'ma license plate number away from the front of your porch Or the side of your house, the product of a ride or die is about I'm the opposite of a lot of mouth It's strange y'all repent After saying my name I'm about to change it like Prince call me The skit master, beef with the street trash The leafs the trees, gra** at ya pad, he's mastered Squeeze faster, instead of beatin his a** Just let 'em have it and you can be the last one standing [Chorus] Bomb First n***az You gotta hurt n***az Put in work n***az God made dirt n***az It don't hurt n***az Drama ain't certain n***az But d**h is So you gotta go and get 'em! Bomb first n***az You gotta hurt n***az Put in work n***az God made dirt n***az It don't hurt n***az Drama ain't certain n***az But d**h is So somebody gon' get it! [Verse 2] At night or in broad day, drive by or sitting in the bushes all day However you hunt (go get 'em!) The K the AR, the Pump, the Hand Gun, get it however you want Park in the front, get out, walk and then dump Pull off slow leaving no tire marks in the front...go The go-rilla, know he gon' leave footprints So he gets his shoes the size a soul bigger I learned n***az will turn on you young Just as the gun misses it hits sh**, hence the term k**a Stop lights are not at night it's where you get chopped up If you stop, n***a maybe the cops might Surroad through and fast forward his life Blow noodles on hi sdash board n***a no excuses I seen plenty survive, weighing 185 In a land where the skinny n***az die You gotta [Chorus] Bomb First n***az You gotta hurt n***az Put in work n***az God made dirt n***az It don't hurt n***az Drama ain't certain n***az But d**h is So you gotta go and get 'em! Bomb first n***az You gotta hurt n***az Put in work n***az God made dirt n***az It don't hurt n***az Drama ain't certain n***az But d**h is So somebody gon' get it!