8Ball, MJG - Don't Make lyrics
[8Ball, MJG - Don't Make lyrics]
Don't make (don't make) me kill (me kill)
No muthafuckin body in here (in here)
Ima shoot (ima shoot)
Three shots (three shots)
Somebody done made me hot (me hot)
Don't make (don't make) me kill (me kill)
No muthafuckin body in here (in here)
Ima shoot (ima shoot)
Three shots (three shots)
Somebody done made me hot (me hot)
You got me fucked up
We shoot guns and hit targets
Meat market, chop haters up who start shit
MJG, rippin holes in body gaurds outta line
Polices and boys who think they body hard
And when the party started
I thought we was all chillin
I figured that everybody be
Leavin here all livin
You standin to close partna
You askin too much baby
You need to get way from round me
Before our clique goin crazy
Yeah mane, these niggas comin' ’round
Talkin' bout they hot, but they not
Fuckin with fat boy and MJ
Nigga we the truth, holla at a playa man
Streets are the booth
We poppin at you hatas man
Soft ass niggas make they chin hit the floor
Off bran niggas take they cheese and they hoe
Mafio (mafio) , Niggas know (niggas know)
When them real live g's hit the door
(hit the door)
I got a 22, not much bigger than my finger
A winchester pistol grip pump
Thats a head ringer
A two shot derringer, not little millinater
A big 40 Glock, just call me the gun slanger
Some AK spray to kill the front line
One houndred and thirty dead from
Squeezin off one time
All you muthafuckin niggas
That yappin that fly lip
Let it rip, don't slip
I'm workin with fly clips
We fifty deep and every nigga with
Me got they ice on
Hood niggas that'll brake your
Face like Roy Jones
Crushin' bones when it's on
We ain't never scared them Memphis boys
Be so serious when it's bout that bread
Kidnap family members
Them niggas don't leave no witness
They all love a gangsta
That shit be so addictive when we pull up
They know who we are by the car
We blowin big
And you know Diddy he gonna buy the bar
Take your vest off
I'm blowin your neck off and eyes out
High speed chase
I'll follow you to your hideout
Shoot your fuckin tires out
Don't try to ride now
What happend to the bass in your voice
You just cryin now thought you was a man
You starting to look fine now
The grim reaper been lookin for ya
And boy it's time now
To blow the whole shit out the
Right side of your head man
Ain't no way for retaliation
When yous'a dead man
Not a scared man, we keep it, out the frame
We stayin away from lames
And run the whole game
I do it like G, you ain't, fuckin with me
Eightball, MJG, we reppin for Tennesee
With murder and homicide, and daily
Niggas die and daily, niggas ride, ain't no
Need to reason why, it’s
Money, and the power, the weak
They get devoured them boys that disrespect
With bullets they get showered
No muthafuckin body in here (in here)
Ima shoot (ima shoot)
Three shots (three shots)
Somebody done made me hot (me hot)
Don't make (don't make) me kill (me kill)
No muthafuckin body in here (in here)
Ima shoot (ima shoot)
Three shots (three shots)
Somebody done made me hot (me hot)
You got me fucked up
We shoot guns and hit targets
Meat market, chop haters up who start shit
MJG, rippin holes in body gaurds outta line
Polices and boys who think they body hard
And when the party started
I thought we was all chillin
I figured that everybody be
Leavin here all livin
You standin to close partna
You askin too much baby
You need to get way from round me
Before our clique goin crazy
Yeah mane, these niggas comin' ’round
Talkin' bout they hot, but they not
Fuckin with fat boy and MJ
Nigga we the truth, holla at a playa man
Streets are the booth
We poppin at you hatas man
Soft ass niggas make they chin hit the floor
Off bran niggas take they cheese and they hoe
Mafio (mafio) , Niggas know (niggas know)
When them real live g's hit the door
(hit the door)
I got a 22, not much bigger than my finger
A winchester pistol grip pump
Thats a head ringer
A two shot derringer, not little millinater
A big 40 Glock, just call me the gun slanger
Some AK spray to kill the front line
One houndred and thirty dead from
Squeezin off one time
All you muthafuckin niggas
That yappin that fly lip
Let it rip, don't slip
I'm workin with fly clips
We fifty deep and every nigga with
Me got they ice on
Hood niggas that'll brake your
Face like Roy Jones
Crushin' bones when it's on
We ain't never scared them Memphis boys
Be so serious when it's bout that bread
Kidnap family members
Them niggas don't leave no witness
They all love a gangsta
That shit be so addictive when we pull up
They know who we are by the car
We blowin big
And you know Diddy he gonna buy the bar
Take your vest off
I'm blowin your neck off and eyes out
High speed chase
I'll follow you to your hideout
Shoot your fuckin tires out
Don't try to ride now
What happend to the bass in your voice
You just cryin now thought you was a man
You starting to look fine now
The grim reaper been lookin for ya
And boy it's time now
To blow the whole shit out the
Right side of your head man
Ain't no way for retaliation
When yous'a dead man
Not a scared man, we keep it, out the frame
We stayin away from lames
And run the whole game
I do it like G, you ain't, fuckin with me
Eightball, MJG, we reppin for Tennesee
With murder and homicide, and daily
Niggas die and daily, niggas ride, ain't no
Need to reason why, it’s
Money, and the power, the weak
They get devoured them boys that disrespect
With bullets they get showered