First 48 (feat. Slim Thug)

Nigga what you scared for, I hear your heart beating
 You pussies talkin all that shit you ain't talking no more cause the mothafuckin killas outside ya front door and it sound like (boom boom boom boom) you better pray nigga this the first 48 nigga
 Nigga what you scared for, we hear your heart beating
 You pussies talkin all that shit you aint talkin no more cause the mothafuckin killas outside ya front door & it's all I eat
 (boom boom boom boom) you better pray niggas first 48 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 dumpin the other night aimin towards the ceiling
 He should've been a suspect, now his ass a victim
 Everybody crying out terrorist so forgiving
 I kept beating on his chest thought he was a ape
 Now he looking like a gift wrapped in yellow tape
 Yea its wrong but it's the way we play & that's the way we play, first 48
 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, first 48 nigga
 It's murder season nigga, you better be a shooter or be dead sleep ask Freddy Krueger
 These boys tripping this shit so senseless niggas fallin like rain man
 this game vicious
 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 he roll with that heat
 Now he bein smart smart guess he wanna live
 It's real in the field cuz kill or be killed
 I'm ridin with K the like I'm kin to Bin Laden
 I'm all in the game & I ain't talkin bout Madden
 I'm talkin bout war the whole fuckin niggas off
 Pussy better shoot first, I ain't takin no loss
 Ain't even been a year since my best friend wake
 I retaliate, ask First 48 nigga
 'Slim Thug'
 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 an hour ago now this nigga laying lifeless out on the floor
 Bet when he woke up this morning he ain't imagine that & when he left the house thought he'd be right back
 Gave his girl a kiss told her he'd be out late
 if she only knew they was on they last date
 He hit the club Getting fucked up was the plan
 Too many drinks had him feeling Like he superman
 Pushin through the crowd talkin all loud and wreck-less, but ain't too many punks down here in Houston Texas
 Ran into the wrong crew
 He was like hol' up, slow your roll before you get yo ass swoll up
 Reach for his heat but guess what you too late, there goes another candidate for First 48
 You pussies talkin all that shit you aint talkin no more cause the mothafuckin killas outside ya front door & it's all I eat
 (boom boom boom boom) you better pray niggas first 48 niggas