J-Dawg, Slim Thug - First 48 lyrics

Nigga, what you scared for? (Huh?)
I hear your heart beating
Pussy talkin' all that shit
You ain't talking no more
'Cause the motherfuckin' killer's outside
Your front door
And it sound like (Boom, boom boom)
You better pray, nigga (Haha)
First forty-eight, nigga

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So tell them niggas what they scared for
We hear your heart beat (Beat)
You pussies talkin' all that shit
You ain't talkin' no more
'Cause the motherfuckin' killer's outside
Your front door
And it sound like (Boom, boom boom)
You better pray, niggas (yeah)
This the first forty-eight, 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 was dumpin' the other
Night aiming towards the ceilin'
He should've been a suspect
Now his ass a victim
And everybody crying out
Tellin' him it's all forgiven
I kept beating on his chest
Thought he was a ape
Now he looking like a gift
Wrapped in yellow tape
Hey, yeah, it's wrong
But it's the way we play
And that's the way we play
The first forty-eight
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, nigga
First forty-eight, nigga

Yeah yeah (yeah) , yeah, yeah
So tell them niggas what they scared for
We hear your heart beat (Beat)
You pussies talkin' all that shit
You ain't talkin' no more
'Cause the motherfuckin' killer's outside
Your front door
And it sound like (Haha, we goin' in, niggas)
You better pray, niggas (yeah)
This the first forty-eight, niggas

It's murder season, nigga
You better be a shooter
Or be a dead sleeper, ask Freddy Krueger
These boys trippin', this shit so senseless
Niggas fallin' like rain, mane
This game vicious
Yeah, 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 now he roll with that heat
Now he bein' smart, guess he wanna live
It's real in the field, cuz
Kill or be killed
I'm ridin' with a K the like
I'm kin to Bin Laden i'm all in the game and
I ain't talkin' 'bout Madden
I'm talkin' 'bout war that
Hauls fuckin' niggas off
Pussy better shoot first
I ain't takin' no loss
Ain't even been a year since
My best friend wake
How we retaliate, ask first forty-eight
Nigga

Yeah yeah (yeah) , yeah, yeah
So tell them niggas what they scared for
We hear your heart beat (Beat)
You pussies talkin' all that shit
You ain't talkin' no more
'Cause the motherfuckin' killer's outside
Your front door
And it sound like (Boom, boom boom)
You better pray, niggas (yeah)
This the first forty-eight, niggas (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 a hour ago
Now this nigga laying lifeless
Out on the floor
Bet when he woke up this morning
He ain't imagine that
And when he left the house
He thought he'll be right back
Gave his girl a kiss
Told her he'll be out late
If she only knew they was on they last date
He hit the club
Gettin' fucked up was the plan
Too many drinks had him
Feeling like he Superman
Pushin' through the crowd
Talkin' all loud and reckless
But ain't too many punks
Down here in Houston, texas
Ran into the wrong crew, he was like
"Hold up slow your roll 'fore you get
Your ass swole up" reached for his heat
But guess what? You too late
There goes another candidate
For first forty-eight

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So tell them niggas what they scared for
We hear your heart beat (Beat)
You pussies talkin' all that shit
You ain't talkin' no more
'Cause the motherfuckin' killer's outside
Your front door
And it sound like (Boom, boom boom)
You better pray, niggas (yeah)
This the first forty-eight, niggas

Yeah, yeah
So tell them niggas what they scared for
We hear your heart beat (Beat)
You pussies talkin' all that shit
You ain't talkin' no more
'Cause the motherfuckin' killer's outside
Your front door
And it sound like (Boom, boom boom)
You better pray, niggas (yeah)
This the first forty-eight, niggas