Dom Pachino, Crunch Lo, Shyheim - 1st Come 1st Served lyrics

Yeah, yeah
They all gon' have to bow down eventually
They gon' have to bow down eventually
And face up to the facts, man
I'm killing the underground right now, murder

I had the other side in a snatch
Atleast I thought so
Until I got a wake up call
They hit him in his torso
Now that's a major loss, whoa
Committed by a major loss soul
Let's get back to the source, though
How much did it cost
Bro? About the same amount as his Porsche do
But that's what happens when niggas floss too
Much and they forced to
Surrender their lives
It's what it cost do, and I ain't gonna lie
My niggas like to floss to
My niggas like to sport new
Whips and kicks and, bitches that are thick
Son, and bitches that suck dick, son
That is addiction not discipline, cuz if so
Niggas won't be missing
Found by a couple fishing in the morning
When sun glissen and the birds are whistling
Damn feel
Look like they dumped the clip in him
Did the fishes yet get to him? Man
They gon' have to get a net for him

First come, first served, you got it
You get it
White white, leak beige, tablets of relish
Sorry we only deal in cash
No credit or debit
If you don't got it, you get it
Nigga forget it

I was on the AVE playing my post
When a white Porsche hit the
Block like falling snow
I ain't know it was your dude until
Niggas did the one-two wish I would of knew
I could of stopped the wolves
But by the time I recognized
And realized it was him
They had the nine MM's, applied to him
And they times him by five
He had the four-five on him when he died
Peep the grind
They took his shine and his ride
I feel bad cuz it happened on my side
Of the P's, I fuck with you
That's why I'm calling you P
You see how I see, but shit be how it be
You know?

I'm in the pizza shop, I hear the shots
I'm like oh shit
That's the sound of a nigga getting hit
Come on, we making moves to the ave
I heard another blast
Damn, yo, the tech was spitting fast
We seen niggas running in black
I took a step back then analyzed the situ'
Hoping it don't hit you
My man running out the building, men
Women & children
Is screaming, the air is cold
It's killing season
Niggas got they hoodies on, cigarette smoke
Bum broads
Wit they beers and they 20's of coke
Whispering to each other
'The God is on the floor'
EMS cut his clothes and his chest was all raw
And you seen the smoke from the shells
All hell broke loose
Now his fam is on the set
And they wanna know the truth