We Shootin` 1st Lyrics

We Shootin` 1st lyrics

Album: Choices

 

 

 [Hook]

 'Cause bitch we shoot 'em first

 We don't ask questions later

 We're Triple 6, Triple 6 fuckin' 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 fuck 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 bitches in a blitz

 Mad 'cause I be hanging 'round 

 Them niggaz in the triple six

 Bitches wanna say this

 Bitch I ain't stuntin' you

 I be on the charts blowin' up

 Bitch look at you

 Niggaz be mad 

 Actin' like some fuckin 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 bitch

 

 [Hook 2X]

 

 [Crunchy Black]

 Niggaz talk shit

 Well they might as well talk shit

 Talk this

 When I bring that fuckin' chalk bitch

 And put your body in a body bag or somethin'

 And drop your bitch ass off in a river my cousin

 You should've never played the dozens 

 With a nigga like me

 It be C fuckin' 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 ass 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 fuckin' 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 shit [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 fuckin' business

 Gossip like some bitches

 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 fuck 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 shit on shelves collectin' dust a

 

 [Hook 1X]

 

 [DJ Paul]

 Put a mask on, gone in man do the shit [4X]