Eightball & MJG - Don't Make lyrics

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Eightball & MJG - Don't Make lyrics

Don't make, don't make, me k**, me k** No mu'f**in' 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 k**, me k** No mu'f**in' 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 f**ed up, we shoot guns and hit targets Meat market, chop haters up who start sh** 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 n***az come round, talkin' 'bout They hot, but they not, f**in' 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** n***az make they chin hit the floor Off bran n***az take they cheese and they hoe Mafio, Mafio, n***az know, n***as know When them real live G's hit the door, hit the door Don't make, don't make, me k**, me k** No mu'f**in' 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 k**, me k** No mu'f**in' 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 k** the front line One houndred and thirty dead from squeezin' off one time All you muthaf**in' 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 sh** 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 k**, me k** No mu'f**in' 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 k**, me k** No mu'f**in' 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 f**in' tires out, don't try to ride now What happend to the ba** 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, sh** 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 f**in' 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 Don't make, don't make, me k**, me k** No mu'f**in' 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 k**, me k** No mu'f**in' body in here, in here I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots Somebody done made me hot, me hot ...