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(Papa Rue)
Yea, Yea You ??? It's Papa Rue (4 Real)
And tha Hot BoyUSD Puttin it down for Cash Money!
COME DOWN!
Chorus: (Papa Rue)
Have you ever heard of a Murda, blood Murda
the Hot Boys come one time, How many say Murda,
blood Murda, Cash Money Packing the low iron!
Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time!
Hot BoyUSD cummiting crime!
Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!
Just feel the heat of me low iron!
Verse 1: (Lil' Wayne)
Blah, to your face, hollow tips go chase
drum rates erase, everyday in the face (4 real)
I, I, shoot first, slugs leave quickly
she test me, plenty, gone bleed (yea, yea)
Under the position of blood and Crystylle
hittin a nigg* section with guns leavin it foul
blow out cha sky's you coming bak with the guns
lil bads yell HOT! to the top of my lungs
same nigg* that a hit you set beat you son (4 real)
you know me lil' shorty Meacita's son
Lil' Wayne nigg*, Calleon, H-O-T, B-O-Y, U-P-T soldier
can't stop me, with the bullets I throw, and the K's I tote
and the weed i smoke, and the corners i done sew
Who, you not ready uh uh not now, not then, not ever
now bomb clear the spot, better back off, fore i blast off
put my mask on and watch I,I, act a dawg
ya'll wanted beef and what we made it worse
3 steps shoot pah!, nigg* we shoot first!
Chorus: (Papa Rue)
Have you ever heard of a Murda, blood Murda
the Hot Boys come one time, How many say Murda,
blood Murda, Cash Money Packing the low iron!
Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time!
Hot BoyUSD cummiting you crime!
Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!
Just feel the heat of me low iron!
Verse 2: (B.G.)
It's a dirty world, gotta play the game for what it's worth
I was taught the way to survive a shoot out is to shoot first
that first draw daily it a leave you as* in the h*arse
and i refuse to be the one on the T~shirt
Now Lil' Turk you got the Ak? (He say for sure I got it)
Lil' Wayne you drivin? (B.G. you know i'm drivin)
Juve put your camouflage nigg* tonight we ridin'
these thats playin with us like flys they gone be droppin'
we burnin' block like a forest fire burn nigg*
them chopper bullets melt you body open burn nigg*
like a perm sittin in a hoe hair to long burn nigg*
beefin' with the Hot BoyUSD i hope you people got insurance nigg*
it's gone be 187 after 187, it's gone be blukah after blukah on my mack 11
every time i hit a nigg* set the seen get worse you heard me
fk all that stuntin, duck, cause i'm shoot first ya heard me!
Chorus: (Papa Rue)
Have you ever heard of a Murda, blood Murda
the Hot Boys come one time, How many say Murda,
blood Murda, Cash Money Packing the low iron!
Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time!
Hot BoyUSD cummiting you crime!
Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!
Just feel the heat of me low iron!
Verse 3: (Young Turk)
When i shoot first erasing every nigg* on your set
Two Timer my thug name i be thuggin in black
more artillery than an army have reala
serving you block you get caught be the one to killa
settin, no hesitation in my per finger (Cash Money Crew)
when my guns bang it be singing like a sanger
head banger shottin like a sarenge
wanna play games well say hello to my friend frankie
the nigg* who working with 50 shots can't run can't
hide so you automatically got, nonstop it becoming with full speed
nigaa that's what you get fking with a nigg* like me
tha h.B. hot boys from C.M.R.
Like Juv, fk with us it a be no tomorrow
think we playin, and test us bad nigg*
it a be you as* one more nigg* who will get a figure.
Chorus: (Papa Rue)
Have you ever heard of a Murda, blood Murda
the Hot Boys come one time, How many say Murda,
blood Murda, Cash Money Packing the low iron!
Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time!
Hot BoyUSD cummiting you crime!
Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!
Just feel the heat of me low iron!
Verse 4: (Juvenile)
Now a nigg* was makin cake rolls by the case loads
kept a chopper with a arm fold wherever I go
and I always had to hustle & I could go head
i was sn*tching by the truck loads all in your s**t
my mommy used to tell me you gotta slow down
but I didn't wanna hear s**t cause I was a clown
look I done showed you lil
I done mold you lil
you besta not play with me cause
look,i done told you lil
I ain't the one my nerves bad, I move quick
that was potna that you killed what's happening with you b*tch
I hit em bam bam, two to the chest
bam bam two to the head
bam on through the neck
I looked up, now which one of you
girls wanna be next, I picked the case
and then I broke through the Jects
d*mn them girls saw me i hope they don't talk
but if i think they gone talk beleive they ain't
gonna walk, you see these golds, these diamonds,
all these houses, these jews, they got
trying to jack and I'm acting a fking fool
I know that everyday i gotta protect my naps
I know that a nigg* wait'n trying to put it in my lap!
(Shoot 1st.)
(Papa Rue)
Have you ever heard of a Murda, blood Murda
Papa Rue is a reggae type rapper, just flow with it