Testo First 48 - j-dawg feat. Slim Thug
Testo della canzone First 48 (j-dawg feat. Slim Thug), tratta dall'album The Boss & Young Hogg
Yeah, yeah
Nigga, what you scared for? (Huh?)
I hear your heartbeat
Pussy talkin' all that shit, you ain't talkin' no more
'Cause the motherfuckin' killer's outside your front door
And it sound like, boom, boom, boom, boom
You better pray, nigga, haha
First 48, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So tell them niggas what they scared for
We hear your heartbeat (beat)
You pussies talkin' all that shit, you ain't talkin' no more
'Cause the motherfuckin' killer's outside your front door
And it sound like boom, boom, boom, boom
You better pray, niggas, yeah
This the first 48, niggas
Somebody call the laws, homicide division
This young nigga gone, hope he had the Lord with him
Way he was bumpin', nigga should've had that pistol with him
Way he was dumpin' the other night, aimin' towards the ceiling
He should've been a suspect, now his ass a victim
And everybody cryin' out, tearin' theyself to give him
I kept beatin' on his chest, thought he was a heater
Now he lookin' like a gift wrapped in yellow tape
Hey, yeah, that's raw, but it's the way he play
And that's the way we play, the first 48
No trace, so he bumped up to cold case
False, nigga, these streets wild, nigga
Plus I ain't eatin', so the crime rate increasin'
I just got a call, my nigga died this evenin'
Tonight, we ridin', everybody silent
Somebody better pray, nigga, first 48, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So tell them niggas what they scared for
We hear your heartbeat (beat)
You pussies talkin' all that shit, you ain't talkin' no more
'Cause the motherfuckin' killer's outside your front door
And it sound like, haha, we goin' in
You better pray, niggas, yeah
This the first 48, niggas
It's murder season, nigga, you better be a shooter
Or be a dead sleeper, ask Freddy Krueger
These boys trippin', this shit so sizzlin'
Niggas fallin' like rain, man, this game vicious
Yeah, swear to God, man, this ain't livin'
Got a Christian smokin' sherm, tryna lose his spirit
Got shot tryna turn the other cheek
He still God-fearin', but now he roll with that heat
Now he bein' smart, guess he wanna live
It's real in the field, 'cause, kill or be killed
I'm ridin' with a K like I'm Kennedy and Bin Laden
I'm all in the game and I ain't talkin' 'bout Madden
I'm talkin' 'bout water, ho, fuckin' niggas off
Pussy better shoot first, I ain't takin' no loss
Ain't even been a year since my best friend went
How we retaliate, ask first 48, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So tell them niggas what they scared for
We hear your heartbeat (beat)
You pussies talkin' all that shit, you ain't talkin' no more
'Cause the motherfuckin' killer's outside your front door
And it sound like boom, boom, boom, boom
You better pray, niggas, yeah
This the first 48, niggas
Thugga
It's a wrap, somebody say a prayer for 'em
Notify his family, call someone who care for 'em
It was all good about a hour ago
Now this nigga layin' lifeless out on the floor
Bet when he woke up this morning, he ain't imagine that
And when he left the house, he thought he'll be right back
Gave his girl a kiss, told her he'll be out late
If she only knew they was on they last date
He hit the club, gettin' fucked up was the plan
Too many drinks had him feelin' like he Superman
Pushin' through the crowd, talkin' all loud and reckless
But ain't too many punks down here in Houston, Texas
Ran into the wrong crew, he was like, "Hold up"
Slow your roll 'fore you get your ass swole up
Reached for his heat, but guess what? You're too late
There goes another candidate for first 48, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So tell them niggas what they scared for
We hear your heartbeat (beat)
You pussies talkin' all that shit, you ain't talkin' no more
'Cause the motherfuckin' killer's outside your front door
And it sound like boom, boom, boom, boom
You better pray, niggas, yeah
This the first 48, niggas
Yeah, yeah
So tell them niggas what they scared for
We hear your heartbeat (beat)
You pussies talkin' all that shit, you ain't talkin' no more
'Cause the motherfuckin' killer's outside your front door
And it sound like boom-boom, boom-boom
You better pray, niggas, yeah
This the first 48, niggas
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Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Ricky Hampton
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