Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song First 48, artist - J-DawgDate of issue: 13.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
First 48 |
| 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 |