Three 6 Mafia - We Shootin` 1st Lyrics:
[hook]
`cause bitch we shoot `em first
We don`t ask questions later
We`re triple 6, triple 6 f**kin` haters
And it`s on if you ni**az
Wanna bring it to the door
To you cowards in my face
I`m a treat you like a hoe

[gangsta boo]
Since you ni**az talkin` s**t
About the dirty dirty six
Lemme see if you can bump out
And be featured on a hit
Radio the love my songs
Ballin` ni**az love my thongs
If you wanna go to war
I suggest you bring it on, ni**a
I ain`t no little girl
I been down in the streets
Remember me hillcrest
Ni**a reppin` baz
Shoot a finger f**k a spot
Ni**az drop, ni**az drop
But everybody in the club
Lookin` hard ni**a he ain`t hot
We be cold froze wrists
Got you bitches in a blitz
Mad `cause I be hanging `round
Them ni**az 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
Ni**az be mad
Actin` like some f**kin hoes
If you can`t stand the truth
Ni**a 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]
Ni**az talk s**t
Well they might as well talk s**t
Talk this
When I bring that f**kin` 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 ni**a like me
It be c f**kin` b
And I`m hard to be
Ni**az talk a lot of s**t
But I promise you dog
I`m a blast at your ass
And let the gun revolve
Ni**az always tryin` to be real hard
Ni**az always tryin` to pray to god
When they got their ass caught up in some bulls**t
And that`s some bulls**t
You gotta finish it
You gon` remember this
Ain`t no game I play
Poppin` shots at your ass
With the a f**kin` k
Ni**a watch what you say
When you talkin` to me
Ni**a watch what you say
When you talkin` to c

[hook 1x]
[dj paul]
Put a mask on, gone in man do the s**t [4x]

[lord imfamous]
My arteries pump acid
I love to pop that plastic
Life is filled with maggots
Ni**a I let you have it
With automatic havoc
While fa**ots 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 f**kin` 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 f**k 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 s**t on shelves collectin` dust a

[hook 1x]

[dj paul]
Put a mask on, gone in man do the s**t [4x]

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