paroles de chanson Bomb First (feat. Jadakiss & Soul Stretch) - Eric Leo 108

Three and a half years if they catch you with a gat
All that mean now is that niggas is shootin' back
War is something I got the taste for
Out on bail bigger gun than the one I got the case for
Never can tell what I might do I ain't nothing like you
I put my Dutch out on your night boots
Pull my nuts out on yo wife in the mic booth
Then situate with her at the end of the night too
Those were the happy days these the real years
Niggas is brain dead in shit bags and wheelchairs
For the record I don't give a fuck who ya team is
And you don't want it with me 'cause I'm an extremist (Ugh)

Get back, take that, this rap, we blast
What's a rat to a cat, or a bomb to a gat
An opinion to facts, guessing compared to the math?
This a stick-up, bitch what, give me what you have

Like Pac, we bomb first
We act, while you ponder
We adapt, you dishonor
What you have and leave squandered

I learned to be gangster from congress
Support the enterprise for profit
Lobby money with stock tips
Like the drug money you pocket

The real terrorists are republicans
The gun-toting Smith-n-west'n grins
That come from killing the innocent
And claiming they deserved the shit

You small time, just tryna to survive
But if you get caught you'll do more time
For selling drugs than a rapist
Makes sense if it's a racist
System with most of the cases
We make criminals of patients

Yea Marijuana still illegal, although it's medicine for people
A textile, a food, with no overdose, but claim that it's lethal

Are you a broke citizen down on your luck
Well find a way to get your money up cuz we don't give a fuck

Get back, take that, this rap, we blast
What's a rat to a cat, or a bomb to a gat
An opinion to facts, guessing compared to the math?
This a stick-up, bitch what, give me what you have

Like Pac, we bomb first
We act, while you ponder
We adapt, you dishonor
What you have and leave squandered

I learned to be gangster from congress
Support the enterprise for profit
Lobby money with stock tips
Like the drug money you pocket

Why we try to fake like we don't know our system is wrong?
Its the land of the free?
It's independently owned
I could try to
Hold up, let me break it down in a song
I could try to, hold up

If you smart about your taxes
You might not even pay
And it's legal in your business
You can buy them away
Or you donate it to "Charity"
This is not advice
And we just talking
This is therapy
More and more
I feeling like we living in a parody

Only say I worry we ain't aware of the
Effect that we gone have
And Imma say this with sincerity
Every generation getting harder even barely
And even when I think of having kids it start scare me

Get back, take that, this rap, we blast
What's a rat to a cat, or a bomb to a gat
An opinion to facts, guessing compared to the math?
This a stick-up, bitch what, give me what you have

Like Pac, we bomb first
We act, while you ponder
We adapt, you dishonor
What you have and leave squandered

I learned to be gangster from congress
Support the enterprise for profit
Lobby money with stock tips
Like the drug money you pocket