First 48 J-Dawg (Ft. Slim Thug)

[Intro: J-Dawg]
Nigga, what you scared for? (Huh?)
I hear your heart beating
Pussy talkin' all that shit, you ain't talking no more
'Cause the motherfuckin' killer's outside your front door
And it sound like (Boom, boom-boom)
You better pray, nigga (Haha)
First forty-eight, nigga

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So tell them niggas what they scared for
We hear your heart beat (Beat)
You pussies talkin' all that shit, you ain't talkin' no more
'Cause the motherfuckin' killer's outside your front door
And it sound like (Boom, boom-boom)
You better pray, niggas (Yeah)
This the first forty-eight, niggas

[Verse 1: J-Dawg]
Somebody call the laws, homicide division
This young nigga gone, hope he had the Lord with him
Way he was bumpin', nigga shoulda had that pistol with him
Way he was dumpin' the other night aiming towards the ceilin'
He should've been a suspect, now his ass a victim
And everybody crying out, tellin' him it's all forgiven
I kept beating on his chest, thought he was a ape
Now he looking like a gift, wrapped in yellow tape
Hey, yeah, it's wrong, but it's the way we play
And that's the way we play, the first forty-eight
No trace, so he bumped up to cold case
Boss nigga, these streets wild, nigga
Plus they ain't eatin', so the crime rate increasing
I just got a call, my nigga died this evening
Tonight we riding, everybody silent
Somebody better pray, nigga, first forty-eight, nigga