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Don't make me Lyrics by C-Murder
Don't make me by C-Murder
(CP3.com...whassap...dont make me get that gizzat)
Don't f**k around and make me hit you wit dat choppa (don't make me get that Gun)
(dont make me get that gizzat, don't make me get that Gun)
Don't f**k around and make me hit you wit dat choppa (don't make me get that gizzat, don't make me get that Gun)
Don't make me get my Gat, don't make me get my Gun
Don't f**k around and make me chop you wit dat choppa (Don't make me get my Gat, don't make me get my Gun)
Don't make me get that thang and make some people go to jail for ya,
Ya might call the Choppas but the po-po's call the crime stoppas
Yo, im deep up in the ghetto leave the 40's and using perkacets
Takin thangs, purses, chains its all that the perps is wit,
murder 1 an murder 2 the evidence is critical, plus the motive wit it doow?
The jury might not let ya go, i betcha if ya dry the riva, probably you'll find em all, but i aint sayin sh*t, f**k around an have a re-call.
Closed case, see the pictures,
Oh they found some fingerprints, re-opened by the governement, he musta been wit it den,
vereran don't need no kind a evidence an thats a fact, you gotta keep it on the low an make me go get that gat...
(hook x 2)
T-Boz an C-Murder, boii we thuggin for sure, f**ks wit Limit or TRU, an b**ches will get curbed, kick doors (?????)extacy and optimal, strip clubs buck naked hoes, white dude now black hoes, what you sees not battle rappin, b**ch im in to car jackin', kidnappin', droppin dope, triple beams an b**ch slappin,
alot of rappers think they hard, gave these b**ches hoe card, talkin sh*t in studios, im on the streets in camoflauge, tattoos and battle scars, convicted felons an hooptie cars, im in your house, say whats up, your pussy ass can catch a charge,
please dont make me call your name, its a damn shame wat the game don changed, you eva talk about TRU an believe ima let yo brains hang...
(hook x 2)
Silk Tha Shocka
Yo, ma gun thats my nigga, thats ma woodie thats ma round, if you let em catch you slippin he gon put cha in tha ground, i was know at a early age for totin the gauge, wit hallow heads, im dumpin fedz an tryin to get paid, im dedicated to represent, that TRU click b**ch, i spit that real sh*t for wigs to get split, ma finga stays on that trigga to murda a b**ch nigga, us niggas dont yap about it we commin to deal witcha, if C give me the word, im leaving ya on the curb, chopped up like a uncut bird, ready to serve, ma nigga we play it raw and take that beef sh*t far, leave ya body smokin like toke and chopped wit a sawed off
(hook x 2)