Apathy - Shoot First (featuring B-Real and Celph Titled) (320 kbps) | Текст песни

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• Shoot First (featuring B-Real and Celph Titled) (320 kbps)

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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