Squeeze 1st
 作词 : Carter, Thomas
Uh yeah mmmm

William h ******

Holla yeah yo
That's why i squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these so called gangstas pass
I squeeze first ask questions last
'Cuz when i pull up always pop
That's why i'm livin' today
Yo when i meet ya
I heat ya down
When i greet ya meet ya with pound
Not the handshake
But the kind that make ya demand a wake
The kind that put land over your face
I pop ya let doctors stitch ya
I n f r a will not miss ya
I move light like my shoes too tight
Leave ****** confused from the day to the night
At night see the light
When the pistol's sparkin'
Daytime it gets dark when that pistol barkin'
I keep cash 'case cops arrest me
'Case kids kidnap me
Kids could get back me
You shall repent 'fore you spend a red cent
If not you somebody up close to sin
Thou shalt not **** with raw me or he
Face a thousand deaths from mr shawn correy
Carter rap harder like i'm part of a cult
Like cuban cigar maker 'cept i'm hard to smoke
And y'all choke *************
Ask questions last
That's how most of these so called gangstas pass
I squeeze first ask questions last
'Cuz when i pull up always pop
That's why i'm livin' today
I said thou shalt not **** with raw me or he
Face a thousand deaths from mr shawn correy
Carter rap harder like i'm part of a cult
Like cuban cigar maker 'cept i'm hard to smoke
Thou shalt not **** with raw me or he
Face a thousand deaths from mr shawn correy
Carter rap harder like i'm part of a cult
Like cuban cigar maker 'cept i'm hard to smoke
And y'all choke ******
That's why i squeeze first
Ask questions last
That's how most of these so called gangstas pass
I squeeze first ask questions last
'Cuz when i pull up always pop
That's why i'm livin' today
I said thou shalt not **** with raw me or he
Face a thousand deaths from mr shawn correy
Carter rap harder like i'm part of a cult
Like cuban cigar maker 'cept i'm hard to smoke
Y'all choke ******
That's why i squeeze first
Ask questions last
When i pull up always pop
That's why i'm livin' today
See when i'm low in digits i push blow in a blizzard
I'm a player for real i post and pivot
Coke distribute be where the ghosts visit
Where the demons live **** my scene is vivid
Squeamish kids y'all get the **** outta this verse
It's about to get so obscene in a minute
I seen and live it i did some things i admit it
Wasn't proud of it but i was a child **** it
Kept a pow tucked in a brown belt
Couldn't sit down big gun kept stickin' my pelvis
**** it was either that or be livin' wit' elvis
****** is jealous hell is hot you heard x
Wanted to tell god that i don't deserve this
Was afraid that he'd tell me i deserve less
My life was nervous
You haven't heard stress
'Til you heard the cries of my mama
Me givin' her drama
Told her i ain't promised tomorrow
Gotta live for the day
And before she could say jay

I was out the door pouch full of raw
A outlaw mentality
Men gotta do men things for men salary
Bad boy not puff or mike lowery
Damn big woulda been proud of me

Ahh **** man

Young hova ya heard

Who could **** wit' him