Shoot First (feat. B-Real of Cypress Hill & Celph Titled)[Featuring B-Real (Of Cypress Hill) & Celph Titled] - Apathy

Shoot first, ask questions last

(Shot gun pump bring a blast from the past)

Shoot first, ask questions last

(You better run fast, motherfucker run fast)

Shoot first, ask questions last

(Got a nine in the waist, .45 in the stash)

Shoot first, ask questions last

(You better run fast, motherfucker run fast)

Just gimme a reason

I’m squeezin', til you stop breathin'

For treason, I got shotguns like duck season

The world’s comin' to an end

A.P. with my A.K., me and my little friend

T-minus 10 seconds and I’m (blastin' off)

I’m the I.R.A.

with a (Kalashnikov)

This ain’t rocket science

It’s machine gun math

Cause I’m armed to the teeth, see my heat, when I laugh

I’m the chief on a warpath, fuck knucklin' up

There’s a reason why my niece call me «Uncle Buck»

Some cracker went and fucked our whole gene pool up

Look how many white kids, go and shoot their school up

You on X-Box Live shootin' at a dead mutant

In real life, we got more guns than Ted Nugent

My shit bangs, not all of that emcee jive

Fuck an MPC, I got an MP5 and I

Shoot first, ask questions last

(Shot gun pump bring a blast from the past)

Shoot first, ask questions last

(You better run fast, motherfucker run fast)

Shoot first, ask questions last

(Got a nine in the waist, .45 in the stash)

Shoot first, ask questions last

(You better run fast, motherfucker run fast)

So when I get lifted, I’m gifted

The paradigm shifted, I flipped it

Took an Ap beat, and I ripped it

I ain’t Mike

But I’m just like a Thriller, damn

I’m feelin' like I could just kill a man

420 hits, I take money hits

And squeeze triggers, like a Playboy Bunny’s tits

I shoot first, get the loot burst

Quicker than a hot slug, comin at ya crew, and I could do worse

You don’t wanna see that, leave that

Yeah, I bring the heat to the party, like a DJ brings the beat back

I got a weed sack

You might get high a little

Instead of gun smoke, you might wanna try a little

You wanna buy a little homie, that’s a nice try

This ain’t Half Baked

I ain’t Mr. Nice Guy

My trigger finger’s itchy

I think I’m gonna blast

Shoot first ask questions last

Shoot first, ask questions last

(Shot gun pump bring a blast from the past)

Shoot first, ask questions last

(You better run fast, motherfucker run fast)

Shoot first, ask questions last

(Got a nine in the waist, .45 in the stash)

Shoot first, ask questions last

(You better run fast, motherfucker run fast)

Yes sir, I’m back y’all

Let the ratchet attack y’all

Put some dimples in ya face like a Cabbage Patch doll

Nobody ill as this

I let the bullets talk for me, I’m a ventriloquist

Chase you on the highway with weapons and

That hard stare you had before will turn to panic lookin' for the exit ramp

I’m all of that, and a plate full of pork chops

No morals, I’ll turn a day care, into a dope spot

Demigodzilla, my outer shell got special scales

Measure my weight like Killer Whales (You need a special scale)

I get it poppin' fam, take you the promise land

Submerge you under water, couldn’t live if you was Aquaman

Bonkers with the barnacles and sharp articles

Skim you limb to limb, down until you’re bone particles

Comic illustrators

Wanna illustrate us

But ain’t enough space to draw my gun in 30 pages

Ahh

Shoot first, ask questions last

(Shot gun pump bring a blast from the past)

Shoot first, ask questions last

(You better run fast, motherfucker run fast)

Shoot first, ask questions last

(Got a nine in the waist, .45 in the stash)

Shoot first, ask questions last

(You better run fast, motherfucker run fast)