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conversations.value: Write me a song called Shoot 1st with the following description: On “Shoot 1st” the Hot Boys and PapaRue rap about always shooting first so that their enemies don’t get a chance to take them out. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Papa Rue]
  Yea-yea, you know what I'm saying, it's the one Papa Rue (4 Real)
  And tha Hot Boy$ Puttin' it down for Cash Money! (Uh-huh)
  Come down!
  [Chorus: Papa Rue]
  Have you ever heard of a murderer, bloody murderer
  The Hot Boys come one time, how many say murderer
  Bloody murderer, Cash Money packing the low iron, low iron
  Head bussa, wigsplitter one time
  Hot Boy$ committing crime, crime
  Head bussa, wigsplitter two times
  Just feel the heat of me low iron, low iron
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  Blah, to your face, hollow tips go chase
  Drum rates erase, every day in the face (4 real)
  I, I, shoot first, slugs leave quickly
  She test me, plenty niggas gone bleed (Yea, yea)
  Under the possession of blood and crystal
  Hittin' a nigga section with guns, leavin' it foul
  Blow out ya, skies you coming back 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 Miss Cita'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, boom, clear the spot, better back off 'fore I blast off
  Put my mask on and watch I, I act a dawg
  Y'all wanted beef, and what, we made it worse
  Three steps, shoot, pah! Nigga, we shoot first [Chorus: Papa Rue]
  Have you ever heard of a murderer, bloody murderer
  The Hot Boys come one time, how many say murderer
  Bloody murderer, Cash Money packing the low iron, low iron
  Head bussa, wigsplitter one time
  Hot Boy$ committing crime, crime
  Head bussa, wigsplitter two times
  Just feel the heat of me low iron, 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 hearse
  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'? He said, "B.G., fo sho I'm drivin'"
  Juve put your camouflage nigga tonight we ridin'
  These niggas that's 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 ho 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 MAC-11
  Every time I hit a nigga set the seen get worse you heard me
  Fuck all that stuntin', duck, cause I'ma shoot first, ya heard me [Chorus: Papa Rue]
  Have you ever heard of a murderer, bloody murderer
  The Hot Boys come one time, how many say murderer
  Bloody murderer, Cash Money packing the low iron, low iron
  Head bussa, wigsplitter one time
  Hot Boy$ committing crime, crime
  Head bussa, wigsplitter two times
  Just feel the heat of me low iron, low iron
  [Verse 3: 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 realer
  Serving you block you get caught be the one to killa
  Settin', no hesitation in my per finger
  When my guns bang it be singing like a sanger
  Headbanger, shootin' niggas like a syringe
  Wanna play games well say hello to my friend Frankie
  The nigga who working with fifty shots can't run can't
  Can't run, can't hide so you automatically got, nonstop it becoming with full speed
  Nigga that's what you get fucking with a nigga like me
  Tha HB, Hot Boy from CMR
  Like Juve, 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 murderer, bloody murderer
  The Hot Boys come one time, how many say murderer
  Bloody murderer, Cash Money packing the low iron, low iron
  Head bussa, wigsplitter one time
  Hot Boy$ committing crime, crime
  Head bussa, wigsplitter two times
  Just feel the heat of me low iron, low iron
  [Verse 4: Juvenile]
  Now a nigga was makin' cake rolls by the caseloads
  Kept a chopper with a arm fold wherever I go
  And I always had to hustle that I could go head
  I was snatchin' by the truckloads 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' niggas, I done mold you lil' niggas
  You besta not play with me cause, look, I done told you lil' niggas
  I ain't the one, my nerves bad, I move quick
  That was my partner that you killed what's happenin' with you bitch?
  I hit him, bam-bam, two to the chest
  Bam-bam two to the head, bam, one 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 believe they ain't gon' walk
  You see these golds, these diamonds, all these houses, these jewels
  They got niggas trying to jack and I'm acting a fucking fool
  I know that every day I gotta protect my naps
  I know that a nigga waitin' trying to put it in my lap, shoot first
  [Outro: Papa Rue]
  Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda