1st 48 (feat. J Dawg & Slim Thug)

TEXTS FORUMS ADD SONG /BETA First 48 J-Dawg In this song, J-Dawg is telling a punk kid that it's a bad idea to mess with J-Dawg and his crew. The kid's friend was murdered and now there are knocks at the front door. J-Dawg is saying, you'd bet... Nigga what you scared for, I hear your heart beating You pussies talkin all that shit you ain't talking no more cause the mothafuckin killas outside ya front door and it sound like (boom boom boom boom) you better pray nigga this the first 48 nigga Nigga what you scared for, we hear your heart beating You pussies talkin all that shit you ain't talkin no more cause the mothafuckin killas outside ya front door & it's all I eat (Boom boom boom boom) you better pray niggas first 48 niggas First verse Somebody call the laws, homicide division This young nigga gone hope he had the lord with him Way he was bumpin nigga shoulda had that pistol with him Way he up on the other night aiming towards the ceilin' He should've been a suspect, now his ass a victim Everybody crying out terrorist so forgiving I kept beating on his chest thought he was a ape Now he looking like a gift wrapped in yellow tape Yea its wrong but it's the way we play & that's the way we play, first 48 No trace So he bumped up to cold case, Boss nigga these streets wild nigga Plus they ain't eatin so the crime rate increasing I just got a call my nigga died this evening, tonight we riding, everybody silent Somebody better pray, first 48 nigga 2nd verse It's murder season nigga, you better be a shooter or be dead sleep ask Freddy Krueger These boys tripping this shit so senseless niggas fallin like rain man This game vicious Swear to God man this ain't livin Got a Christian smoking Sherm tryna lose his feeling Got shot tryna turn the other cheek He still God fearing but he roll with that heat Now he bein smart smart guess he wanna live Its real in the field cuz kill or be killed I'm ridin with K the like I'm kin to Bin Laden I'm all in the game & I ain't talkin bout Madden I'm talkin bout war the whole fuckin niggas off Pussy better shoot first, I ain't takin no loss Ain't even been a year since my best friend wake I retaliate, ask First 48 nigga () 'Slim Thug' Thugga It's a wrap somebody say a prayer for him, notify his family, call someone who care for him It was all good about an hour ago now this nigga laying lifeless out on the floor Bet when he woke up this morning he ain't imagine that & when he left the house thought he'd be right back Gave his girl a kiss told her he'd be out late If she only knew they was on they last date He hit the club Getting fucked up was the plan Too many drinks had him feeling Like he superman Pushin through the crowd talkin all loud and wreck-less, but ain't too many punks down here in Houston Texas Ran into the wrong crew He was like hol' up, slow your roll before you get yo ass swoll up Reach for his heat but guess what you too late, there goes another candidate for First 48 You pussies talkin all that shit you ain't talkin no more cause the mothafuckin killas outside ya front door & it's all I eat (Boom boom boom boom) you better pray niggas first 48 niggas