Juicy J - We Shootin' 1st lyrics

(Hook) Cause b**h we shoot 'em first We don't ask questions later We're Triple 6, Triple 6 f**in' haters And it's on if you n***as Wanna bring it to the door To you cowards in my face I'm a treat you like a ho (Gangsta Boo) Since you n***as talkin' sh** About the dirty dirty six Lemme see if you can bump out And be featured on a hit Radio the love my songs Ballin' n***as love my thongs If you wanna go to war I suggest you bring it on, n***a I ain't no little girl I been down in the streets Remember me Hillcrest n***a reppin' BAZ Shoot a finger f** a spot n***as drop, n***as drop But everybody in the club Lookin' hard n***a he ain't hot We be cold froze wrists Got you b**hes in a blitz Mad cause I be hanging 'round Them n***as in the triple six b**hes wanna say this b**h I ain't stuntin' you I be on the charts blowin' up b**h look at you n***as be mad Actin' like some f**in hoes If you can't stand the truth n***a keep your eyes closed DJ Paul, Juice Man Crunchy Black, Lord Imfamous] I'm the one Mrs. Crazy lady Gangsta Boo b**h (Hook 2X) (Crunchy Black) n***as talk sh** Well they might as well talk sh** Talk this When I bring that f**in' chalk b**h And put your body in a body bag or somethin' And drop your b**h a** off in a river my cousin You should've never played the dozens With a n***a like me It be C f**in' B And I'm hard to be n***as talk a lot of sh** But I promise you dog I'm a blast at your a** And let the gun revolve n***as always tryin' to be real hard n***as always tryin' to pray to God When they got their a** caught up in some bullsh** And that's some bullsh** You gotta finish it You gon' remember this Ain't no game I play Poppin' shots at your a** With the A f**in' K n***a watch what you say When you talkin' to me n***a watch what you say When you talkin' to C (Hook 1X) (DJ Paul) Put a mask on, gone in man do the sh**(4X) (Lord Infamous) My arteries pump acid I love to pop that plastic Life is filled with maggots n***a I let you have it With automatic havoc While f*ggots ride or tag it Boy I'm psychopathic Milli clips big rappin' What I got for a mackin' For funeral compa**ion Better close that casket When I hit for that stackin' Wanna know the business Stay out my f**in' business Gossip like some b**hes 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 f** 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 sh** on shelves collectin' dust a (Hook 1X) (DJ Paul) Put a mask on, gone in man do the sh**(4X)