[** feat. B-Real & Celph Titled:]





[Chorus:]

Shoot first, ask questions last*

Shotgun pump bring a blast from the past

Shoot first, ask questions last

You'd better run fast, motherfucker run fast



Shoot first, ask questions last

Got a nine in the waste, .45 in the stash

Shoot first, ask questions last

You'd better run fast, motherfucker run fast



[Verse 1:]

Just give me a reason, I'm squeezing until you stop breathing

For treason, I got shotguns like duck season

The world's coming to an end, AP with my AK, my little friend

T minus ten seconds and I'm (blasting off)

Like the IRA with a Kalashnikova

This ain't rocket science, it's machine gun math

Cause I'm armed to the teeth, see my heat when I laugh

I'm a chief on the warpath, fuck knuckling up

There's a reason why my niece call me Uncle Buck

Some cracker went and fucked our whole gene pool up

Look how many white kids go and shoot their schools up

You on X-Box Live shooting at a dead mutant

In real life we got more guns than Ted Nugent

My shit bangs, not on all that MC jive

Fuck an NPC, I got an MP-5 and I...



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[Verse 2:]

So when I get lifted, I'm gifted, the paradigm shifted

I flipped it, took a nappy and I ripped it

I ain't Mike but I'm just like a Thriller, damn

I'm feeling like I could just kill a man

For twenty hits, I take money hits

And squeeze triggers like a Playboy Bunny's tits

I shoot first, get the loot worst

Quicker than a hot slug coming at your crew and I could do worse

You don't wanna see that, leave that

Yeah, I bring the heat to the party like a DJ brings the beat back

I got a weed sack and might get high a little

Instead of gun smoke you might wanna try a little

You wanna buy a little? Homie that's a nice try

This ain't Half Baked, I ain't Mr. Nice Guy

My trigger finger's itchy, I think I'm gonna blast

Shoot first, ask questions last



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[Verse 3:]

Yes sir, I'm back y'all, let the ratchet attack y'all

Put some dimples in your face like a Cabbage Patch Doll

Yeah, nobody I'll as this, I let the bullets talk for me, I'm a ventriloquist

Chase you on the highway with weapons

And that heart stay before it turn to panic looking for the exit ramp

I'm all of that and a plate full of pork chops

No morals, I turn a day-care to a dope spot

Demigodzilla, my outer shell got special scales

And measure my weight like killer whales, you need a special scale

I get it poppin, fam, take you to the promised land

Submerge you underwater, couldn't live if you was Aquaman

? with the barnacles and sharp articles

Skin you limb to limb down into your bone particles

Comic illustrators wanna illustrate us

But ain't enough space to draw my gun in thirty pages



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