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Bomb First Lyrics

[kids ovation]

[Intro:]
DAMN!

[Chorus: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
I wish the worst on them niggas! [gunshot] Wish a
hearst on them niggas!
f**k defendin' mine! I'm a bomb first on them niggas.
Send 'em [gunshot] somewhere in the sky, fill a church
for them niggas {Whoooooooo!}
Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his niggas.
[scream]
Mound of dirt on them niggas, niggas betta wisen up
Time is up! - Everybody get a shot, line 'em up!
Nigga sick of playin' games with' these lames, time to
duck!
Catch him hoppin' out his truck! - Dead stuck,
{GOD-...} light 'em up! {DAMN} [gunshot]

[Verse 1:]
I stack a little, move a little, think a little quicker
Nigga play, he get the hammer, home improvement on that
nigga.
Nail 'em down at the salon! - German Luger to that
nigga
Cut 'em down, Eddie Scissor, Freddy Krueger on that
nigga. [classic evil laughter]
Peep the coward shake my hand, behind my back he take a
stab
Haters so predictable! I'll show you how to make 'em
mad;
Make more! - Ain't no whistles in this sport - play
ball, take 4! {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo}
I'll getcha handled on an out of state tour. [scream]
{Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
K small snakes, rattle tattle tale, get they mouth hit
Jealous of the hoe you hit all way down to ya outfit.
Stand up nigga! Got my wisdom from a ghetto vet
Salute 'em from X'ing out but ain't put down the metal
yet. {LLYOD BANK$!}
Put me on whatever bet! I'm built for that, I never
sweat!
Pleeaase! How you touchin' me and you ain't made no
chedda yet?
Nigga this is heaven sent, you know what side I
represent
South! Can't nobody save him, tell that boy protect his
neck. {COME ON!}

[Chorus:]
I wish the worst on them niggas! Wish a hearst on them
niggas!
f**k defendin' mine, I'm a bomb first on them niggas
Send em' somewhere in the sky, fill a church for them
niggas
Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his niggas
Mound of dirt on them niggas, niggas betta wisen up
Time is up! - Everybody get a shot, line 'em up!
Nigga sick of playin' games with these lames, time to
duck
Catch him hoppin' out his truck! - Dead stuck, light
'em up!

[Verse 2:]
I think about the sleep, plus I been dreamin' 'bout the
money
Money move the world! Make the darkest day feel sunny.
Ain't no question if I'm hungry, shit I only got a
taste
Bad enough I'm gettin' money, coppers know me by my
face.
Groupies know me from they knees, 50 states and
overseas
f**k you locked up on that corner for if it ain't over
cheese?
Jewelers know me for my ice, reefer known me all my
life
Keep me calm enough to function, blunts of Sour D all
night.
And the industry of motherf**kers I don't even like
Punk rappers everywhere, I feel a robbery tonight!
Ain't nobody gettin' nothin' free, no time to be polite
I can't stand a bitch nigga and you probably the type!

[Chorus:]
I wish the worst on them niggas! Wish a hearst on them
niggas!
f**k defendin' mine, I'm a bomb first on them niggas
Send em' somewhere in the sky, fill a church for them
niggas
Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his niggas
Mound of dirt on them niggas, niggas betta wisen up
Time is up! - Everybody get a shot, line 'em up!
Nigga sick of playin' games with these lames, time to
duck
Catch him hoppin' out his truck! - Dead stuck, light
'em up! [gunshot] [beat stops] {DAMN!}

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