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Текст песни 8 Ball and MJG - Don`t Make

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[Chorus - MJG]Don`t make(don`t make)Me kill(me kill)No muthafuckin body in here(in here)Ima shoot(ima shoot)Three shots(three shots)Somebody done made me hot(me hot)Don`t make(don`t make)Me kill(me kill)No muthafuckin body in here(in here)Ima shoot(ima shoot)Three shots(three shots)Somebody done made me hot(me hot)[Verse - MJG]You got me fucked up, we shoot guns and hit targetsMeat market, chop haters up who start shitM.J.G., rippin holes in body gaurdsOutta line, polices and boys who think they body hardAnd when the party started, I thought we was all chillinI figured that everybody be leavin here all livinYou standin to close partna, you askin too much babyYou need to get way from round me, before our clique goin crazy[Eightball]They ma-ny niggaz come round, talkin boutThey hot, but they not, fuckin with fat boy and MJNigga we the truth, holla at a playa manStreets are the booth, we poppin at you hatas manSoft ass niggaz make they chin hit the floorOff bran niggaz take they cheese and they hoeMafio (mafio), Niggaz know (niggaz know)When them real live g`s hit the door (hit the door)[Chorus][Verse 2 - MJG]I got a 22, not much bigger than my fingerA winchester pistol grip pump thats a head ringerA two shot derringer, not little millinaterA big 40 glock, just call me the gun slangerSome AK spray to kill the front lineOne houndred and thirty dead from squeezin off one timeAll you muthafuckin niggaz, that yappin that fly lipLet it rip, don`t slip, I`m workin with fly clips[Eightball]We fifty deep and every nigga with me got they ice onLook, niggaz gottta brake your face like Roy JonesCrush your bones when its on, we ain`t never scaredThem Memphis boys, we so serious when its bout that breadKidnap family members, them niggaz don`t leave no witnessThey all love a gangsta, that shit be so addictiveWhen we pull up, they know who we are by the carWe blowin big, and you know Diddy he gonna buy the bar[Chorus][Verse 3 - MJG]Take your vest off, I`m blowin your neck off and eyes outHigh speed chase, I`ll follow you to your hideoutShoot your fuckin tires out, don`t try to ride nowWhat happend to the bass in your voice, you just cryin nowThought you was a man, you starting to look fine nowThe grim reaper been lookin for ya, and boy its time nowAnd blow the roll, shit out the right side of your head manAint no way for retaliation when yous`a dead manNot a scared man, we keep it, out the frameWe stayin away from lames, and run the whole gameI do it like G, you aint, fuckin with meEightball, MJG, we reppin for TenneseeWith murder and homicide, and daily, niggaz dieAnd daily, niggaz ride, it don`t mean with we you wiseMoney, and the power, the weak, they get devouredThem boys that disrespect, with bullets they get showered[Chorus repeat x 3]*gunshots*

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