Текст песни Three 6 Mafia - We Shootin 1st
Three 6 Mafia - We Shootin 1st слова песни
[hook]cause bitch we shoot em firstWe dont ask questions laterWere triple 6, triple 6 fuckin hatersAnd its on if you niggazWanna bring it to the doorTo you cowards in my faceIm a treat you like a hoe[gangsta boo]Since you niggaz talkin shitAbout the dirty dirty sixLemme see if you can bump outAnd be featured on a hitRadio the love my songsBallin niggaz love my thongsIf you wanna go to warI suggest you bring it on, niggaI aint no little girlI been down in the streetsRemember me hillcrestNigga reppin bazShoot a finger fuck a spotNiggaz drop, niggaz dropBut everybody in the clubLookin hard nigga he aint hotWe be cold froze wristsGot you bitches in a blitzMad cause I be hanging roundThem niggaz in the triple sixBitches wanna say thisBitch I aint stuntin youI be on the charts blowin upBitch look at youNiggaz be madActin like some fuckin hoesIf you cant stand the truthNigga keep your eyes closedDj paul, juice manCrunchy black, lord imfamousIm the oneMrs. crazy lady gangsta boo bitch[hook 2x][crunchy black]Niggaz talk shitWell they might as well talk shitTalk thisWhen I bring that fuckin chalk bitchAnd put your body in a body bag or somethinAnd drop your bitch ass off in a river my cousinYou shouldve never played the dozensWith a nigga like meIt be c fuckin bAnd Im hard to beNiggaz talk a lot of shitBut I promise you dogIm a blast at your assAnd let the gun revolveNiggaz always tryin to be real hardNiggaz always tryin to pray to godWhen they got their ass caught up in some bullshitAnd thats some bullshitYou gotta finish itYou gon remember thisAint no game I playPoppin shots at your assWith the a fuckin kNigga watch what you sayWhen you talkin to meNigga watch what you sayWhen you talkin to c[hook 1x][dj paul]Put a mask on, gone in man do the shit [4x][lord imfamous]My arteries pump acidI love to pop that plasticLife is filled with maggotsNigga I let you have itWith automatic havocWhile faggots ride or tag itBoy Im psychopathicMilli clips big rappinWhat I got for a mackinFor funeral compassionBetter close that casketWhen I hit for that stackinWanna know the businessStay out my fuckin businessGossip like some bitchesBut yall no competitionBetter pay attentionIll cook you like a kitchenDiss and leave you missinAnd on a murder missionCritical conditionGot plenty ammunitionDont need to catch you slippinIll fuck you up lil pimpinLord have mercy hurt you with versesGot you puntas rollin in hearsesHate the six we got platinum plus aYour shit on shelves collectin dust a[hook 1x][dj paul]Put a mask on, gone in man do the shit [4x]