[Papa Rue]
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Yea, Yea You ??? It's Papa Rue (4 Real)
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And tha Hot Boy$ Puttin it down for Cash Money!
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COME DOWN!
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[Chorus: Papa Rue]
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Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda
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the Hot Boys come one time, How many say Murda,
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Bloody Murda, Cash Money Packing the low iron!
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Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time!
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Hot Boy$ cummiting crime!
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Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!
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Just feel the heat of me low iron!
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[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
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Blah, to your face, hollow tips go chase
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drum rates erase, everyday in the face (4 real)
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I, I, shoot first, slugs leave quickly
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she test me, plenty, niggaz gone bleed (yea, yea)
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Under the position of blood and Crystylle
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hittin a nigga section with guns leavin it foul
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blow out cha sky's you coming bak with the guns
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lil bads yell HOT! to the top of my lungs
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same nigga that a hit you set beat you son (4 real)
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you know me lil' shorty Meacita's son
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Lil' Wayne Nigga, Calleon, H-O-T, B-O-Y, U-P-T soldier
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can't stop me, with the bullets I throw, and the K's I tote
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and the weed i smoke, and the corners i done sew
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Who, you not ready uh uh not now, not then, not ever
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now bomb clear the spot, better back off, fore i blast off
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put my mask on and watch I,I, act a dawg
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ya'll wanted beef and what we made it worse
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3 steps shoot pah!, nigga we shoot first!
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[Chorus: Papa Rue]
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Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda
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the Hot Boys come one time, How many say Murda,
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Bloody Murda, Cash Money Packing the low iron!
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Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time!
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Hot Boy$ cummiting you crime!
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Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!
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Just feel the heat of me low iron!
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[Verse 2: B.G.]
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It's a dirty world, gotta play the game for what it's worth
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I was taught the way to survive a shoot out is to shoot first
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that first draw daily it a leave you ass in the hoarse
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and i refuse to be the one on the T~shirt
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Now Lil' Turk you got the Ak? (He say for sure I got it)
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Lil' Wayne you drivin? (B.G. you know i'm drivin)
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Juve put your camouflage nigga tonight we ridin'
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these niggaz thats playin with us like flys they gone be droppin'
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we burnin' block like a forest fire burn nigga
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them chopper bullets melt you body open burn nigga
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like a perm sittin in a hoe hair to long burn nigga
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beefin' with the Hot Boy$ i hope you people got insurance nigga
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it's gone be 187 after 187, it's gone be blukah after blukah on my mack 11
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every time i hit a nigga set the seen get worse you heard me
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fuck all that stuntin, duck, cause i'm shoot first ya heard me!
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[Chorus: Papa Rue]
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Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda
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the Hot Boys come one time, How many say Murda,
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Bloody Murda, Cash Money Packing the low iron!
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Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time!
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Hot Boy$ cummiting you crime!
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Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!
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Just feel the heat of me low iron!
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[Verse 3: Young Turk]
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When i shoot first erasing every nigga on your set
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Two Timer my thug name i be thuggin in black
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more artillery than an army have reala
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serving you block you get caught be the one to killa
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settin, no hesitation in my per finger (Cash Money Crew)
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when my guns bang it be singing like a sanger
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head banger shottin niggaz like a sarenge
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wanna play games well say hello to my friend frankie
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the nigga who working with 50 shots can't run can't
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hide so you automatically got, nonstop it becoming with full speed
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nigaa that's what you get fucking with a nigga like me
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tha h.B. hot boys from C.M.R.
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Like Juv, fuck with us it a be no tomorrow
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think we playin, and test us bad nigga
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it a be you ass one more nigga who will get a figure.
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[Chorus: Papa Rue]
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Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda
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the Hot Boys come one time, How many say Murda,
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Bloody Murda, Cash Money Packing the low iron!
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Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time!
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Hot Boy$ cummiting you crime!
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Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!
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Just feel the heat of me low iron!
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[Verse 4: Juvenile]
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Now a nigga was makin cake rolls by the case loads
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kept a chopper with a arm fold wherever I go
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and I always had to hustle & I could go head
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| i was snatching by the truck loads all in yo |
