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8 ball mjg - don't make lyrics

don’t make, don’t make
me kill, me kill
no muf-ckin’ 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-cked up, we shoot guns and hit targets
meat market, y’all haters up who start sh-t
mj, g rippin’ hoes and bodyguards
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 go crazy

yeah, mayne these n-gg-s comin’ round talkin’ ’bout they hot
but they not f-ckin’ with fatboy and mj
n-gg- we the truth, holla at playa mayne
streets or the booth, we poppin’ at you haters mayne
soft -ss n-gg-s make they chin hit the flo
off brand n-gg-s take they cheese and they hoe
mafio, mafio, n-gg-s know, n-gg-s know
when them real live gees h-t the do, hit the do

don’t make, don’t make
me kill, me kill
no muf-ckin’ body in here, in here
i’mma shoot, i’mma shoot
3 shots, 3 shots
somebody done made me hot, me hot

i gotta 22, not much bigga than my fanga
a windchesta pistol grip pump that’s a head ranga
a two shot daraga and that little milanana
a big fourty clock just call me the gun slanga
some ak’s spray to kill the front line
one hundred and thirty dead from squeezin’ off one time
all you muf-ckin’ n-gg-s who gappin’ that fly lip
let it rip, don’t slip, i’m workin’ with five clips

we fifty deep and every n-gg- with me got they ice on
hood n-gg-s that’ll break yo face like roy jones
crushin’ bones when it’s on we ain’t never scared
them memphis boys be so serious when it’s ’bout that bread
kidnap family members, them n-gg-s don’t leave no witness
they all love a gansta, that sh-t be so addictive
when we pull up they know who we are by the car
we blowin’ big and you know diddy he gon buy the bar

don’t make, don’t make
me kill, me kill
no muf-ckin’ 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’ yo kneck off
and eyes out, high speed chase
i follow you to your hide out, shoot your f-ckin’ tires out
don’t try to ride now, what happen to the b-ss in your voice
you just cryin’ now, i thought you was a man
you startin’ to look fine now
the grim reaper been lookin’ for you and boy it’s time now
to blow the wrong sh-t out the right side of your head mayne
ain’t no way for retaliation when you’s a dead mayne

not a scared mayne, we keep it off the frame
we stayin’ away from lames and runnin’ the whole game
i do it like a gee, you ain’t f-ckin’ with me
8 ball, mjg, we reppin’ for tennessee with murder and homicide
the day n-gg-s die, the day n-gg-s ride and don’t need a reason why
it’s money and the power, the weak, they get devoured
them boys they disrespect with bullets they get showered

don’t make, don’t make
me kill, me kill
no muf-ckin’ 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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- 8 ball mjg lyrics

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