First 48 - J-Dawg, Slim Thug

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

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

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

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