We Shootin’ 1st Lyrics

We Shootin’ 1st lyrics

[hook]
’cause bit*h we shoot ’em first
We don’t ask questions later
We’re triple 6, triple 6 f**kin’ haters
And it’s on if you niggaz
Wanna bring it to the door
To you cowards in my face
I’m a treat you like a hoe

[gangsta boo]
Since you niggaz talkin’ shit
About the dirty dirty six
Lemme see if you can bump out
And be featured on a hit
Radio the love my songs
Ballin’ niggaz love my thongs
If you wanna go to war
I suggest you bring it on, nigga
I ain’t no little girl
I been down in the streets
Remember me hillcrest
Nigga reppin’ baz
Shoot a finger f**k a spot
Niggaz drop, niggaz drop
But everybody in the club
Lookin’ hard nigga he ain’t hot
We be cold froze wrists
Got you bit*hes in a blitz
Mad ’cause I be hanging ’round
Them niggaz in the triple six
Bit*hes wanna say this
Bit*h I ain’t stuntin’ you
I be on the charts blowin’ up
Bit*h look at you
Niggaz be mad
Actin’ like some f**kin hoes
If you can’t stand the truth
Nigga keep your eyes closed
Dj paul, juice man
Crunchy black, lord imfamous
I’m the one
Mrs. crazy lady gangsta boo bit*h

[hook 2x]

[crunchy black]
Niggaz talk shit
Well they might as well talk shit
Talk this
When I bring that f**kin’ chalk bit*h
And put your body in a body bag or somethin’
And drop your bit*h as* off in a river my cousin
You should’ve never played the dozens
With a nigga like me
It be c f**kin’ b
And I’m hard to be
Niggaz talk a lot of shit
But I promise you dog
I’m a blast at your ass
And let the gun revolve
Niggaz always tryin’ to be real hard
Niggaz always tryin’ to pray to god
When they got their as* caught up in some bullshit
And that’s some bullshit
You gotta finish it
You gon’ remember this
Ain’t no game I play
Poppin’ shots at your ass
With the a f**kin’ k
Nigga watch what you say
When you talkin’ to me
Nigga watch what you say
When you talkin’ to c

[hook 1x]
[dj paul]
Put a mask on, gone in man do the sh*t [4x]

[lord imfamous]
My arteries pump acid
I love to pop that plastic
Life is filled with maggots
Nigga I let you have it
With automatic havoc
While faggots ride or tag it
Boy I’m psychopathic
Milli clips big rappin’
What I got for a mackin’
For funeral compassion
Better close that casket
When I hit for that stackin’
Wanna know the business
Stay out my f**kin’ business
Gossip like some bit*hes
But y’all no competition
Better pay attention
I’ll cook you like a kitchen
Diss and leave you missin’
And on a murder mission
Critical condition
Got plenty ammunition
Don’t need to catch you slippin’
I’ll f**k you up lil pimpin’
Lord have mercy hurt you with verses
Got you puntas rollin’ in hearses
Hate the six we got platinum plus a
Your sh*t on shelves collectin’ dust a

[hook 1x]

[dj paul]
Put a mask on, gone in man do the sh*t [4x]