Текст песни We Shootin' 1St

'Cause bitch we shoot 'em first

We don't ask questions later

We're Triple 6, Triple 6 fuckin' haters

And it's on if you niggaz

Wanna bring it to the door

To you cowards in my face

I'm a treat you like a hoe

[Gangsta Boo]

Since you niggaz talkin' shit

About the dirty dirty six

Lemme see if you can bump out

And be featured on a hit

Radio the love my songs

Ballin' niggaz love my thongs

If you wanna go to war

I suggest you bring it on, nigga

I ain't no little girl

I been down in the streets

Remember me Hillcrest

Nigga reppin' BAZ

Shoot a finger fuck a spot

Niggaz drop, niggaz drop

But everybody in the club

Lookin' hard nigga he ain't hot

We be cold froze wrists

Got you bitches in a blitz

Mad 'cause I be hanging 'round

Them niggaz in the triple six

Bitches wanna say this

Bitch I ain't stuntin' you

I be on the charts blowin' up

Bitch look at you

Niggaz be mad

Actin' like some fuckin hoes

If you can't stand the truth

Nigga keep your eyes closed

DJ Paul, Juice Man

Crunchy Black, Lord Imfamous

I'm the one

Mrs. Crazy lady Gangsta Boo bitch

[Hook 2X]

[Crunchy Black]

Niggaz talk shit

Well they might as well talk shit

Talk this

When I bring that fuckin' chalk bitch

And put your body in a body bag or somethin'

And drop your bitch ass off in a river my cousin

You should've never played the dozens

With a nigga like me

It be C fuckin' B

And I'm hard to be

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But I promise you dog

I'm a blast at your ass

And let the gun revolve

Niggaz always tryin' to be real hard

Niggaz always tryin' to pray to God

When they got their ass caught up in some bullshit

And that's some bullshit

You gotta finish it

You gon' remember this

Ain't no game I play

Poppin' shots at your ass

With the A fuckin' K

Nigga watch what you say

When you talkin' to me

Nigga watch what you say

When you talkin' to C

[Hook 1X]

[DJ Paul]

Put a mask on, gone in man do the shit [4X]

[Lord Imfamous]

My arteries pump acid

I love to pop that plastic

Life is filled with maggots

Nigga I let you have it

With automatic havoc

While faggots ride or tag it

Boy I'm psychopathic

Milli clips big rappin'

What I got for a mackin'

For funeral compassion

Better close that casket

When I hit for that stackin'

Wanna know the business

Stay out my fuckin' business

Gossip like some bitches

But y'all no competition

Better pay attention

I'll cook you like a kitchen

Diss and leave you missin'

And on a murder mission

Critical condition

Got plenty ammunition

Don't need to catch you slippin'

I'll fuck you up lil pimpin'

Lord have mercy hurt you with verses

Got you puntas rollin' in hearses

Hate the six we got platinum plus a

Your shit on shelves collectin' dust a

[Hook 1X]

[DJ Paul]

Put a mask on, gone in man do the shit [4X]

Three 6 Mafia We Shootin' 1st