Make Sure They Bleed Lyrics - Spice 1

Spoken intro: 

(smoking & coughing) 

God damn! 

This goes out to you bitch ass niggas speaking bad on the dead 

This goes out to my nigga makaveli 

I wanna say what's up to my nigga makaveli 

Rest in playa pieces 

Niggas die...daily 

Verse 1: 

Live the murderous lifestyle 

Seeing niggas get smothered 

With my foot in the grave and the other in the gutter 

Bred being a drug dealer, natural born thug nigga 

Ballin' with mob figures, soldiers and real killas 

Tellin' my homies when we hit the weed 

Avenge me if I die by my enemies 

Make sure they bleed 

Put their faces on the front page 

Blow a nigga in his dome, close range with tha muthafuckin' 12 gauge 

And tell 'em bossalini called the shots 

Still lookin for them bitch ass niggas that murdered my homie pac 

Locked up my nigga major pain 

Cause they can't fuck with the realism that came from a niggas brain 

You jealous muthafuckas still got me strapped 

I be smokin' on chronic sacks with death knockin' at my back 

I'm going crazy, seeing shit that ain't real 

Drunk and shootin' at niggas that I done already killed 

Chorus: 

Trying to get to ghetto heaven cause I'm born to die 

Hopin' the lord will see my reason when he asks me why 

Trying to get to ghetto heaven cause I'm born to die 

Hopin' the lord will see my reason when he asks me why 

Make sure they bleed 

Make sure they bleed 

If I die by my enemies make sure they bleed 

Verse 2: 

Should they speak on a soldier when he dead 

Cause when he's livin' all the drama you spittin get your muthafuckin weed 

Splittin 

Get your money while you still on this earth 

Born sinnin' from birth 

Black hearses cursing the turf 

Carrying dead bodies to the church 

Ashes to dirt, niggas be restin' in playa pieces like tutinkam (spelling's 

Wrong) 

Ain't no cowards in the game nigga, it's vietnam 

Keep your killa partners with you but don't keep them too close 

Cause some niggas is magicians, turn your ass to a ghost 

And have you watch your body, lookin' at your corpse full of holes 

Cause some niggas appear to be friends and foes 

Who really knows? 

It's a fucked up world, niggas murder you while you sleeping 

And I'm waitin' to catch 'em creepin' 

Bitch ass niggas get to die with their eyes open 

The only real drama is two guns smokin' 

Chorus 

Verse 3: 

Welcome back to the ghetto, niggas still infected with thug disease 

Felonies, 60 g's for 2 ki's 

? ? ? we all around 

When it comes to the root of the evil we all down 

Thugs crying with tears made a cop ? ? ? 

Lord, what about the guard of the pen in the gun tower 

Is he going to hell for killin' niggas escapin'? 

Or going crazy cause his freedoms takin'? 

Born sinning, niggas dying with their nikes on 

I'm bringing fear to my enemies, keep them sleeping with their lights on 

Witnessing death on the streets, muthafuckas be dying daily 

All the o.g. niggas giving game to thug babies 

If them niggas catch you slipping than your ass is gone 

Take your muthafucking head, ain't no vest for your dome 

Chorus