First 48

[Intro: J-Dawg]
Nigga, what you scared for? (Huh?)
I hear your heart beating
Pussy talkin' all that shit, you ain't talking no more
'Cause the motherfuckin' killer's outside your front door
And it sound like (Boom, boom-boom)
You better pray, nigga (Haha)
First forty-eight, nigga

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So tell them niggas what they scared for
We hear your heart beat (Beat)
You pussies talkin' all that shit, you ain't talkin' no more
'Cause the motherfuckin' killer's outside your front door
And it sound like (Boom, boom-boom)
You better pray, niggas (Yeah)
This the first forty-eight, niggas

[Verse 1: J-Dawg]
Somebody call the laws, homicide division
This young nigga gone, hope he had the Lord with him
Way he was bumpin', nigga shoulda had that pistol with him
Way he was dumpin' the other night aiming towards the ceilin'
He should've been a suspect, now his ass a victim
And everybody crying out, tellin' him it's all forgiven
I kept beating on his chest, thought he was a ape
Now he looking like a gift, wrapped in yellow tape
Hey, yeah, it's wrong, but it's the way we play
And that's the way we play, the first forty-eight
No trace, so he bumped up to cold case
Boss nigga, these streets wild, nigga
Plus they ain't eatin', so the crime rate increasing
I just got a call, my nigga died this evening
Tonight we riding, everybody silent
Somebody better pray, nigga, first forty-eight, nigga

[Chorus: J-Dawg]
Yeah-yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah
So tell them niggas what they scared for
We hear your heart beat (Beat)
You pussies talkin' all that shit, you ain't talkin' no more
'Cause the motherfuckin' killer's outside your front door
And it sound like (Haha, we goin' in, niggas)
You better pray, niggas (Yeah)
This the first forty-eight, niggas

[Verse 2: J-Dawg]
It's murder season, nigga, you better be a shooter
Or be a dead sleeper, ask Freddy Krueger
These boys trippin', this shit so senseless
Niggas fallin' like rain, mane, this game vicious
Yeah, swear to God, man, this ain't livin'
Got a Christian smoking sherm, tryna lose his feeling
Got shot tryna turn the other cheek
He still God-fearing, but now he roll with that heat
Now he bein' smart, guess he wanna live
It's real in the field, cuz, kill or be killed
I'm ridin' with a K the like I'm kin to Bin Laden
I'm all in the game and I ain't talkin' 'bout Madden
I'm talkin' 'bout war that hauls fuckin' niggas off
Pussy better shoot first, I ain't takin' no loss
Ain't even been a year since my best friend wake
How we retaliate, ask first forty-eight, nigga

[Chorus: J-Dawg & Slim Thug]
Yeah-yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah
So tell them niggas what they scared for
We hear your heart beat (Beat)
You pussies talkin' all that shit, you ain't talkin' no more
'Cause the motherfuckin' killer's outside your front door
And it sound like (Boom, boom-boom)
You better pray, niggas (Yeah)
This the first forty-eight, niggas (Thugga)

[Verse 3: Slim Thug]
It's a wrap, somebody say a prayer for him
Notify his family, call someone who care for him
It was all good about a hour ago
Now this nigga laying lifeless out on the floor
Bet when he woke up this morning, he ain't imagine that
And when he left the house, he thought he'll be right back
Gave his girl a kiss, told her he'll be out late
If she only knew they was on they last date
He hit the club, gettin' fucked up was the plan
Too many drinks had him feeling like he Superman
Pushin' through the crowd, talkin' all loud and reckless
But ain't too many punks down here in Houston, Texas
Ran into the wrong crew, he was like, "Hold up
Slow your roll 'fore you get your ass swole up"
Reached for his heat, but guess what? You too late
There goes another candidate for first forty-eight

[Chorus: J-Dawg]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So tell them niggas what they scared for
We hear your heart beat (Beat)
You pussies talkin' all that shit, you ain't talkin' no more
'Cause the motherfuckin' killer's outside your front door
And it sound like (Boom, boom-boom)
You better pray, niggas (Yeah)
This the first forty-eight, niggas

[Outro: J-Dawg]
Yeah, yeah
So tell them niggas what they scared for
We hear your heart beat (Beat)
You pussies talkin' all that shit, you ain't talkin' no more
'Cause the motherfuckin' killer's outside your front door
And it sound like (Boom, boom-boom)
You better pray, niggas (Yeah)
This the first forty-eight, niggas