Chum The Skrilla Guerilla - Shoot First lyrics

[Hook: B-Real and (Celph Titled)] Shoot first, ask questions last (Shot gun pump bring a blast from the past) Shoot first, ask questions last (You better run fast, motherf**er run fast) Shoot first, ask questions last (Got a nine in the waist, .45 in the stash) Shoot first, ask questions last (You better run fast, motherf**er run fast) [Verse 1: Apathy] Just gimme a reason I'm squeezin', til you stop breathin' For treason, I got shotguns like duck season The world's comin' to an end A.P. with my A.K., me and my little friend T-minus 10 seconds and I'm (blastin' off) I'm the I.R.A. with a (Kalashnikov) 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 the chief on a warpath, f** knucklin' up There's a reason why my niece call me "Uncle Buck" Some cracker went and f**ed our whole gene pool up Look how many white kids, go and shoot their school up You on X-Box Live shootin' at a dead mutant In real life, we got more guns than Ted Nugent My sh** bangs, not all of that emcee jive f** an MPC, I got an MP5 and I [Hook] [Verse 2: B-Real] So when I get lifted, I'm gifted The paradigm shifted, I flipped it Took an Ap beat, and I ripped it I ain't Mike But I'm just like a Thriller, damn I'm feelin' like I could just k** a man 420 hits, I take money hits And squeeze triggers, like a Playboy Bunny's tits I shoot first, get the loot burst Quicker than a hot slug, comin at ya 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 You 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Celph Titled] Yes sir, I'm back y'all Let the ratchet attack y'all Put some dimples in ya face like a Cabbage Patch doll Nobody ill as this I let the bullets talk for me, I'm a ventriloquist Chase you on the highway with weapons and That hard stare you had before will turn to panic lookin' for the exit ramp I'm all of that, and a plate full of pork chops No morals, I'll turn a day care, into a dope spot Demigodzilla, my outer shell got special scales Measure my weight like k**er Whales (You need a special scale) I get it poppin' fam, take you the promise land Submerge you under water, couldn't live if you was Aquaman Bonkers with the barnacles and sharp articles Skim you limb to limb, down until you're bone particles Comic illustrators Wanna illustrate us But ain't enough space to draw my gun in 30 pages Ahh [Hook]