Don'tMake

Don't make don't make

Me kill me kill

No muthaf**kin' body in here in here

I'ma shoot I'ma shoot

Three shotsthree shots

Somebody done made me hotme hot

You got me f**ked up we shoot guns and hit targets

Meat market chop haters up who start s**t

Mjg 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 n***az come round talkin' 'bout

They hot but they not f**kin' with fat boy and mj

N***a we the truth holla at a playa man

Streets are the booth we poppin' at you hatas man

Soft a*s n***az make they chin hit the floor

Off bran n***az take they cheese and they h*e

Mafio mafio n***az know n***az know

When them real live g's hit the door hit the door

Don't make don't make

Me kill me kill

No muthaf**kin body in here in here

I'ma shoot I'ma shoot

Three shots three shots

Somebody done made me hot me hot

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 muthaf**kin' n***az that yappin that fly lip

Let it rip don't slip I'm workin' with fly clips

We fifty deep and every n***a with me got they ice on

Look n***az gottta brake your face like roy jones

Crush your bones when it's on we ain't never scared

Them memphis boys we so serious when it's 'bout that bread

Kidnap family members them n***az don't leave no witness

They all love a gangsta that s**t 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

Don't make don't make

Me kill me kill

No muthaf**kin body in here in here

I'ma shoot I'ma shoot

Three shots three shots

Somebody done made me hot me hot

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 f**kin' 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 it's time now

And blow the roll s**t out the right

Side of your head man

Ain't no way for retaliation when yous'a dead man