Lyrics to Bomb First by Lloyd Banks

[Intro:]
DAMN!

[Chorus: {Big TaMá$}]
I wish the worst on them n-ggas [gunshot] wish a Hearst on them n-ggas.
F-ck defendin' mine! I'm a bomb first on them n-ggas.
Send 'em [gunshot] somewhere in the sky, fill a church for them n-ggas {Whoooooooo! }
Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his n-ggas. [scream]
Mound of dirt on them n-ggas, n-ggas betta wisen up
Time is up! - Everybody get a shot, line 'em up!
N-gga sick of playin' games with' these lames, time to duck!
Catch him hoppin' out his truck! - Dead stuck, {GOD-... } light 'em up! {DAMN} [gunshot]

[Verse 1:]
I stack a little, move a little, think a little quicker
N-gga play, he get the hammer, home improvement on that n-gga.
Nail 'em down at the salon! - German Luger to that n-gga
Cut 'em down, Eddie Scissor, Freddy Krueger on that n-gga. [classic evil laughter]
Peep the coward shake my hand, behind my back he take a stab
Haters so predictable! I'll show you how to make 'em mad;
Make more! - Ain't no whistles in this sport - play ball, take 4! {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo}
I'll getcha handled on an out of state tour. [scream] {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
K small snakes, rattle tattle tale, get they mouth hit
Jealous of the hoe you hit all way down to ya outfit.
Stand up n-gga! Got my wisdom from a ghetto vet
Salute 'em from X'ing out but ain't put down the metal yet. {LLYOD BANK$! }
Put me on whatever bet! I'm built for that, I never sweat!
Pleeaase! How you touchin' me and you ain't made no chedda yet?
N-gga this is heaven sent, you know what side I represent
South! Can't nobody save him, tell that boy protect his neck. {COME ON! }

[Chorus:]
I wish the worst on them n-ggas wish a Hearst on them n-ggas
F-ck defendin' mine, I'm a bomb first on them n-ggas
Send em' somewhere in the sky, fill a church for them n-ggas
Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his n-ggas
Mound of dirt on them n-ggas, n-ggas betta wisen up
Time is up! - Everybody get a shot, line 'em up!
N-gga sick of playin' games with these lames, time to duck
Catch him hoppin' out his truck! - Dead stuck, light 'em up!

[Verse 2:]
I think about the sleep, plus I been dreamin' 'bout the money
Money move the world! Make the darkest day feel sunny.
Ain't no question if I'm hungry, shit I only got a taste
Bad enough I'm gettin' money, coppers know me by my face.
Groupies know me from they knees, 50 states and overseas
F-ck you locked up on that corner for if it ain't over cheese?
Jewelers know me for my ice, reefer known me all my life
Keep me calm enough to function, blunts of Sour D all night.
And the industry of motherf-ckers I don't even like
Punk rappers everywhere, I feel a robbery tonight!
Ain't nobody gettin' nothin' free, no time to be polite
I can't stand a bitch n-gga and you probably the type!

[Chorus:]
I wish the worst on them n-ggas wish a Hearst on them n-ggas
F-ck defendin' mine, I'm a bomb first on them n-ggas
Send em' somewhere in the sky, fill a church for them n-ggas
Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his n-ggas
Mound of dirt on them n-ggas, n-ggas betta wisen up
Time is up! - Everybody get a shot, line 'em up!
N-gga sick of playin' games with these lames, time to duck
Catch him hoppin' out his truck! - Dead stuck, light 'em up! [gunshot] [beat stops] {DAMN! }