Young Noble - 2Pac - First To Blast lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac] You n***as still f**ing talking? You n***as still f**ing BREATHING? f**ing roaches Alright It's the raid, for the roaches [Hook x2: Tha Realest] We! Blast first when we ride Please! Reconsider 'fore you die We ain't even come to fight tonight But it's my life or yo' life And we gon' blast first [Verse 1: 2Pac] Follow me, tell me if you feel me I think n***as is tryin' to k** me Picturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points 'til they drill me Keepin' it real, and even if I do conceal My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel See, n***as is false, sittin' in court, turned snitches That used to be real, but now they petrified b**hes I'm tryin' to be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me Listen to Chop, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm I'm trapped in the storm and f** the world 'til I'm gone b**hes be warned: word is bond, you'll get torn I'm bustin' on Obama, he rubbin' my n***as wrong And then it's on, before I leave, picture me I'm spittin' at punk b**hes and hustlin' to be free Watch me set it, n***as don't want it, you can get it Bet it make these jealous n***as mad I said it This thug life n***a! [Hook x2: Tha Realest] We! Blast first when we ride Please! Reconsider 'fore you die We ain't even come to fight tonight But it's my life or yo' life And we gon' blast first [Verse 2: Young Noble] We left a stain on your block, you came with a cop Pointing fingers at them n***as, that kept sh** hot Next to 'Pac, I'm the hottest thing out, homey we can bang out Outlaw air it out, box 'em in, square it out Learn about your whereabouts and we right there Me and Game have you left right there N-O-B-L-E, O-U-T-L-A-W-Z We bubble with ease, and I double my cheese I got n***as out in Compton that'll find yo' a** I got n***as out in Jersey, better hide yo' a** For a long time if you ever f**in' with mine It's a thin line dog between the real and the fraud We k**ing your squad, my homeboy still in the yard You the type of motherf**er standing next to the God The Game is deep, you motherf**ers ain't the streets Young Noble and the homey Game flaming heat, come on [Hook x2: Tha Realest] We! Blast first when we ride Please! Reconsider 'fore you die We ain't even come to fight tonight But it's my life or yo' life And we gon' blast first [Verse 4: The Game] Yeah All I need is the chronic to keep me fit A bad b**h, a project apartment and 2 pits Red chucks of red big to keep my kush lit Thank god for what I get but never really needed sh** I'm a hustler n***a, that's how I got this red Bentley Slay the competition and told them that Pac sent me Walk in the smoke like "what up, loc" 'Cause one always got that bomb dot com that make me choke We gonna twist up 8 for Nate, blow the smoke through the clouds And hopes that it reaches the pearly gates Now, how many n***as wanna throw up a dub And be surrounded by the baddest b**hes up in the club, yeah It's the mad blood, sixes on the ave 'cause Phantom got your girl p**y wetter than my bath tub f** her all night, wake her up at 6 Lil' mama grab your sh**, get ghost, yeah.. [Hook x2: Tha Realest] We! Blast first when we ride Please! Reconsider 'fore you die We ain't even come to fight tonight But it's my life or yo' life And we gon' blast first