Royce da 5'9" - Bomb 1st lyrics

Bomb first nigga you gotta hurt niggas
Put in work nigga god made dirt niggas
It don't hurt nigga drama ain't certain
But death is so you gotta go and get 'em
And bomb first nigga you gotta hurt niggas
Put in work nigga god made dirt niggas
It don't hurt nigga
Drama ain't certain niggas
But death is so somebody gon' get it

Nigga get in ya car, if he pissin' you off
Get him, I don't wanna picture you pausin'
Cuz
Been with you from the pedal to the floor
From the shovel to the fo' fo'
The devil only showed up for show
Turn this up, turn off your phone
And leave the "You wanna talk peace?" at home
Faces corpse or face 'em in court
If you don't face 'em you gon' pay
Yo safety is short
I got a babe to work for the courts
I'mma license plate number away from
The front of your porch
Or from the side of your house
The product of a ride or die is about
I'm the opposite of a lot of mouth
It's strange y'all repent after saying
My name I'm 'bout
To change it like Prince call me: gunshot
The ski mask, the beef with the street trash
The leaves, the trees, the grass at ya pad
He's mastered
Squeeze faster, instead of beatin his ass
Just let 'em have it and you
Can be the last one standing

Bomb first nigga you gotta hurt niggas
Put in work nigga god made dirt niggas
It don't hurt nigga drama ain't certain
But death is so you gotta go and get 'em
And bomb first nigga you gotta hurt niggas
Put in work nigga god made dirt niggas
It don't hurt nigga
Drama ain't certain niggas
But death is so somebody gon' get it

At night or in broad day
Drive by or sitting in the bushes all day
However you hunt (go get 'em)
The K, the AR, the pump, the handgun
Get it done however you want (go get 'em)
Park in the front, get out
Walk and then dump
Pull off slow, leaving no tire
Marks in the front, go!
The gorilla, know he gon' leave footprints
So he get his shoes a size or so bigger
I learned niggas'll turn on you young
Just as the gun misses it hit's shit
Hence the term killa
Stop lights are not at night
It's where you get chopped up if you stop
Nigga maybe the cops might
So roll through and fast forward his life
Blow noodles on his dash board
Nigga no excuses
I seen plenty survive, weighing 185
In a land where skinny niggas die you gotta

Bomb first nigga you gotta hurt niggas
Put in work nigga god made dirt niggas
It don't hurt nigga drama ain't certain
But death is so you gotta go and get 'em
And bomb first nigga you gotta hurt niggas
Put in work nigga god made dirt niggas
It don't hurt nigga
Drama ain't certain niggas
But death is so somebody gon' get it