Don't Make Me Kill Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia Presents: Hypnotize Camp Posse - Three 6 Mafia

What you boys gon' do? 

What you boys gon' do? 

What you boys gon' do? 

What you boys gon' do? 

What you boys gon' do? 

What you boys gon' do? 

Wha, wha, what you? 

I keep seeing images man it's like I'm locked in a simulator 

Apocalypse slayer, I'm the street nigga terminator 

Is it in my nature to be another life taker? 

Then I ask 'em why home invader? 

Strapped with the auto and razor 

These days madness, raising havoc 

Witness savage, blazing automatics 

Ending this a highway traffic, very graphic 

I rob and kick a burglary kidnapping 

They think it's just 'bout rapping 

But sometimes we get to capping 

Niggas snapping 

You motherfucking bitches make me bored 

Let's go on 

If you think the world is really fucking yours 

If we must fill the morgue 

Then we will fill the morgue 

If we must kill these boys 

Then we will kill these boys 

Let's destroy 

All who cross the path 

A hypnotize blood bath 

Try to reach and grab 

You will feel the aftermath 

I'm the trial, I'm the DA, I'm the lawyer and the judge 

If you wanna feel the slugs 

Then I let you feel the slugs 

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

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

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

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

What you boys gon' do? What you boys gon' do? 

What you boys gon' do? What you boys gon' do? 

What you boys gon' do? What you boys gon' do? 

What you boys gon' do? What you boys gon' do? 

Aw shit nigga, you done pissed me off 

Now nigga now it's time for a killing 

Buck buck shots blasting 

Who I be Scan fucking man from the Killa Klan 

Got my thugs from the south 

Heavily armed and caused out 

Better bring it 

When you bring it 

'Cause if you don't that means you fucked 

'Cause those killers from the world 

Won't hesitate to pop those slugs 

Have yo mammies and yo pappys 

And yo motherfucking Grammies 

Fuck yo poppa was because 

You too damn greedy with that money 

Now I told you don't test 

And you did something, pity 

You wasn't shit 

Blaze something about your motherfucking prints 

The patience of this game 

You best to learn 

Trying to have it all, you gon' fall 

We gon' make sure of that 

Hoe we gon' make sure of that 

Decipher or stress that 

Me blasting with my tech 

You test, I'll flex, I'll bring the sawed 

Three buck shots in your vest 

I'm making motherfuckers feel what I feel 

This shit is real, motherfuckers who miss 

Consider them graves 

Don't make me murder you bitch 

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

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

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

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

What you boys gon' do? What you boys gon' do? 

What you boys gon' do? What you boys gon' do? 

What you boys gon' do? What you boys gon' do? 

What you boys gon' do? What you boys gon' do? 

Get your dogs off me, pimping 

It ain't no slipping 

I'm running 'em on ya 

MC Mack from the Killa Klan click 

Got haters sick 

Like they had pneumonia 

Free me from this three way junction 

Before I proceeding to take his life 

And though I had them tear da any thugs from the South side 

Ready to blast on site 

Weapons blasting nice and fasting 

Got you dashing 

Spray this boy 

Calling up my band of Hollywood niggas 

Whatever they ready for war 

Let's let's make a stain, a stain on the lane 

Youngin done hipped me to the game 

Bitches choosing out the frame 

Is it the fame or is the the cheese? 

Hoes be trying to smoke on my weed 

And know that Mac done broke the laws 

Or pay the dues for the things you see 

Bitch please break your knees 

Get off my chrome and get your own 

Carla hit me on my horn 

And said, Your momma ain't at home 

It's a hypnotize, kamikaze 

Prophet Posse like the Nazis 

You ain't with the camp 

Wack producers trying to fucking copy 

Stop stealing buster nigga 

Bitch go check the sound scan 

We cashing checks and flipping that 

These haters will never learn 

Don't make me kill nigga 

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

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

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

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

What you boys gon' do? What you boys gon' do? 

What you boys gon' do? What you boys gon' do? 

What you boys gon' do? What you boys gon' do? 

What you boys gon' do? What you boys gon' do?