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