Shoot first, ask questions last Shotgun pump bring a blast from the past Shoot first, ask questions last You’d better run fast, motherfucker run fast
Shoot first, ask questions last Got a nine in the waste, .45 in the stash Shoot first, ask questions last You’d better run fast, motherfucker run fast
[Verse 1]
Just give me a reason, I’m squeezing until you stop breathing For treason, I got shotguns like duck season The world’s coming to an end, AP with my AK, my little friend T minus ten seconds and I’m (blasting off) Like the IRA with a Kalashnikova This ain’t rocket science, it’s machine gun math Cause I’m armed to the teeth, see my heat when I laugh I’m a chief on the warpath, fuck knuckling up There’s a reason why my niece call me Uncle Buck Some cracker went and fucked our whole gene pool up Look how many white kids go and shoot their schools up You on X-Box Live shooting at a dead mutant In real life we got more guns than Ted Nugent My shit bangs, not on all that MC jive Fuck an NPC, I got an MP-5 and I…
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
So when I get lifted, I’m gifted, the paradigm shifted I flipped it, took a nappy and I ripped it I ain’t Mike but I’m just like a Thriller, damn I’m feeling like I could just kill a man For twenty hits, I take money hits And squeeze triggers like a Playboy Bunny’s tits I shoot first, get the loot worst Quicker than a hot slug coming at your crew and I could do worse You don’t wanna see that, leave that Yeah, I bring the heat to the party like a DJ brings the beat back I got a weed sack and might get high a little Instead of gun smoke you might wanna try a little You wanna buy a little? Homie that’s a nice try This ain’t Half Baked, I ain’t Mr. Nice Guy My trigger finger’s itchy, I think I’m gonna blast Shoot first, ask questions last
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Yes sir, I’m back y’all, let the ratchet attack y’all Put some dimples in your face like a Cabbage Patch Doll Yeah, nobody ill as this, I let the bullets talk for me, I’m a ventriloquist Chase you on the highway with weapons And that heart stay before it turn to panic looking for the exit ramp I’m all of that and a plate full of pork chops No morals, I turn a day-care to a dope spot Demigodzilla, my outer shell got special scales And measure my weight like killer whales, you need a special scale I get it poppin, fam, take you to the promised land Submerge you underwater, couldn’t live if you was Aquaman ? with the barnacles and sharp articles Skin you limb to limb down into your bone particles Comic illustrators wanna illustrate us But ain’t enough space to draw my gun in thirty pages