Don't Make Lyrics - Living Legends - Eightball & Mjg

Don't make, don't make, me kill, me kill 

No mu'fuckin' 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 mu'fuckin' 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, chop haters up who start shit 

MJG, 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' too close partna, you askin' too much baby 

You need to get way from round me, before our clique goin' crazy 

They ma-ny 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, niggas know 

When them real live G's hit the door, hit the door 

Don't make, don't make, me kill, me kill 

No mu'fuckin' 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 mu'fuckin' body in here, in here 

I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots 

Somebody done made me hot, me hot 

I got a 22, not much bigger than my finger 

A winchester pistol grip pump tha'ts 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 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 it's on, we ain't never scared 

Them Memphis boys, we so serious when it's '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 

Don't make, don't make, me kill, me kill 

No mu'fuckin' 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 mu'fuckin' 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' 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 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 it's time now 

And blow the roll, shit out the right side of your head man 

Ain't no way for retaliation when you's 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 Tennesee 

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 

Don't make, don't make, me kill, me kill 

No mu'fuckin' 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 mu'fuckin' 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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