Lyrics Bomb First (My Second Reply) - Makaveli

Bomb First (My Second Reply)

Niggas get shook like 5−0 my .45 gun’s
Next to me when we ride, for survival
Money-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let meduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes 'cause they breath freely — see me ride?
Located world wide, like the art of graffiti
I think I’m tougher than Nitti, my attitude’s shitty
Bolder than a dope-fiend's titty
And every city you’ll find me, look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, nahmean?
I hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare
I’m right there — my every word, a fucking nightmare
Get me high;
let me see the sun rise and fall
This is for my dogs — down to die for y’all
Extreme venom — no mercy when we all up in 'em
Cut 'em down — to hell is where we send 'em
My whole team: trained to explode, ride or die
Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I’m not gonna cry
Me — a born leader, never leave the block without my heater
Two big Pits, I call 'em Mobb Bitch-Nigga Eaters
And I don’t whimper till I’m gone
Thug Life running through my veins, so I’m strong
Bye, bye, bye, let’s get high and ride
O how do we do these niggas, but I’m not gonna cry
I’m a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you…
Weak motherfuckers don’t deserve to breathe
How many niggas down to die for me, yay yay
West Coast rider, comin' right behind ya
Should have never fucked wit' me
I want money, hoes, sex and weed
I won’t rest till my road-dog's free
Bomb first
We bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fore you die
We ain’t even come to hurt nobody tonight
But it’s my life or your life
And I’m 'a bomb first
We bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fore you die
We ain’t even come to fight tonight
But it’s my life or your life
And I’m 'a bomb first
(E.D.I. Mean)
For so many days and some many ways, we’ve been ducking strays
They deliver, but still we some Bad Boy killers
Got nothing to lose, I gots nowhere to go
I only got one home, see me stranded on Deathrow
With Outlawz, it’s Makaveli, be the general
and I be a soldier on a mission, set to do what you’ll never do
And that’s ride for the cause, yes I’ll die for the cause
Ya best believe if I leave this bitch I’m dying with choice
Kamikaze sicker than a motherfucking Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made Paparazzi
Tell me if you ain’t in this rap game, for the motherfucking cash man
Then what is ya motherfucking purpose, none for service
E.D.I.
Mean born worthless
That’s until the day I decided to bomb first, biatch
(Young Noble)
Yer style wack as ever, like you was rocking patent leather
Cause a massive terror, y’all niggas lack, you ain’t terrel
Half rapper, half drug kingpin, yer telling fairy-tales, son
King of New York like you the motherfucking one
But I’m from Jers we don’t play that shit
From the Claire down to North Bricks, all my niggas flippin' chips
Getting rich, even though it’s hard
Trying to creep through these halls abroad without scar by (?)
With no warnin' signs cause yo my man took five
Now I’m the young one with the nine ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look at their head burst, bleeding
Don’t want to hear no shit this evening, believe me
We bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fore you die
G’s and thug niggas on the rise
Plan, plot, strategize
And bomb first
We bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fore you die
G’s and thug niggas on the rise
Plan, plot, strategize
And bomb first