Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Make, artist - 8Ball & MJG. Album song Living Legends, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.10.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
Don't Make |
| You got me fucked up, we shoot guns and hit targets |
| Meat market, chop haters up who start shit |
| M.J.G., 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 to close partna, you askin too much baby |
| You need to get way from round me, before our clique goin crazy |
| They ma-ny niggaz come round, talkin bout |
| They hot, but they not, fuckin with fat boy and MJ |
| Nigga we the truth, holla at a playa man |
| Streets are the booth, we poppin at you hatas man |
| Soft ass niggaz make they chin hit the floor |
| Off bran niggaz take they cheese and they hoe |
| Mafio (mafio), Niggaz know (niggaz know) |
| When them real live g’s hit the door (hit the door) |
| I got a 22, not much bigger than my finger |
| A winchester pistol grip pump thats a head ringer |
| A two shot derringer, not little millinater |
| A big 40 glock, just call me the gun slanger |
| Some AK spray to kill the front line |
| One houndred and thirty dead from squeezin off one time |
| All you muthafuckin niggaz, that yappin that fly lip |
| Let it rip, don’t slip, I’m workin with fly clips |
| We fifty deep and every nigga with me got they ice on Look, niggaz gottta brake your face like Roy Jones |
| Crush your bones when its on, we ain’t never scared |
| Them Memphis boys, we so serious when its bout that bread |
| Kidnap family members, them niggaz don’t leave no witness |
| They all love a gangsta, that shit 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 |
| 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 fuckin tires out, don’t try to ride now |
| What happend to the bass 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 its time now |
| And blow the roll, shit out the right side of your head man |
| Aint no way for retaliation when yous’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 aint, fuckin with me Eightball, MJG, we reppin for Tennesee |
| With murder and homicide, and daily, niggaz die |
| And daily, niggaz 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 |