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8Ball & MJG - Don't Make lyrics

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Don't Make by 8Ball & MJG


Don't make, don't make
Me kill, me kill
No mufuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot
3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot
Don't make, don't make
Me kill, me kill
No mufuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot
3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot
You got me fucked up, we shoot guns and hit targets
Meat market, y'all haters up who start shit
MJ, G rippin' hoes and bodyguards
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' too close, partna, you askin' too much
Baby, you need to get way from round me before our clique go crazy
Yeah, mayne these niggas comin' round talkin' 'bout they hot
But they not fuckin' with Fatboy and MJ
Nigga we the truth, holla at playa mayne
Streets or the booth, we poppin' at you haters mayne
Soft ass niggas make they chin hit the flo
Off brand niggas take they cheese and they hoe
Mafio, mafio, niggas know, niggas know
When them real live gees hit the do, hit the do
Don't make, don't make
Me kill, me kill
No mufuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot
3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot
Don't make, don't make
Me kill, me kill
No mufuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot
3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot
I gotta 22, not much bigga than my fanga
A Windchesta pistol grip pump that's a head ranga
A two shot Daraga and that little Milanana
A big fourty clock just call me the gun slanga
Some AK's spray to kill the front line
One hundred and thirty dead from squeezin' off one time
All you mufuckin' niggas who gappin' that fly lip
Let it rip, don't slip, I'm workin' with five clips
We fifty deep and every nigga with me got they ice on
Hood niggas that'll break yo 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 gansta, 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 gon buy the bar
Don't make, don't make
Me kill, me kill
No mufuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot
3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot
Don't make, don't make
Me kill, me kill
No mufuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot
3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot
Take your vest off, I'm blowin' yo kneck off
And eyes out, high speed chase
I follow you to your hide out, shoot your fuckin' tires out
Don't try to ride now, what happen to the bass in your voice
You just cryin' now, I thought you was a man
You startin' to look fine now
The grim reaper been lookin' for you and boy it's time now
To blow the wrong shit out the right side of your head mayne
Ain't no way for retaliation when you's a dead mayne
Not a scared mayne, we keep it off the frame
We stayin' away from lames and runnin' the whole game
I do it like a GEE, you ain't fuckin' with me
8 ball, MJG, we reppin' for Tennessee with murder and homicide
The day niggas die, the day niggas ride and don't need a reason why
It's money and the power, the weak, they get devoured
Them boys they disrespect with bullets they get showered
Don't make, don't make
Me kill, me kill
No mufuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot
3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot
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