[Chorus] 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 M.J.G., rippin' holes in body guards 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 They many niggaz come 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 niggaz make they chin hit the floor Off bran niggaz take they cheese and they hoe Mafio (mafio), Niggaz know (niggaz know) When them real live g's hit the door (hit the door) [Chorus] I got a 22, not much bigger than my finger A Winchester pistol grip pump that's 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 hundred and thirty dead from squeezin' off one time All you muthafuckin' niggaz, 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 Look, niggaz gottta brake your face like Roy Jones Crush your bones when its on, we ain't never scared Them Memphis boys, we so serious when its bout that bread Kidnap family members, them niggaz 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 [Chorus] 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 happened 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 its time now And blow the roll, 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 Tennessee With murder and homicide, and daily, niggaz die And daily, niggaz ride, it don't mean with we you wise Money, and the power, the weak, they get devoured Them boys that disrespect, with bullets they get showered [Chorus: x3] Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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