Don't Make-8Ball & MJG

歌手 : 8Ball & MJG

专辑 : Living Legends

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:22

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TXT Don't Make-8Ball & MJG 文本歌词

Don't make

Me kill

No muthaf**kin body in here

In here

I'ma shoot

Three shots

Somebody done made me hot

Me hot

Don't make

Me kill

No muthaf**kin body in here

In here

I'ma shoot

Three shots

Somebody done made me hot

Me hot

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

Meat market chop haters up who start s**t

M J G 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

They ma-ny 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

N***az 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 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 houndred 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 its on we ain't never scared

Them Memphis boys we so serious when its 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

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 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 its 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

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 f**kin with me

Eightball MJG we reppin for Tennesee

With murder and homicide and daily n***az die

And daily n***az 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

*gunshots*