| Don’t make me get my Gat, don’t make me get my Gun
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| Don’t fuck around and make me chop you wit dat choppa (Don't make me get my Gat,
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| don’t make me get my Gun)
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| Don’t make me get that thang and make some people go to jail for ya,
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| Ya might call the Choppas but the po-po's call the crime stoppas
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| Yo, I’m deep up in the ghetto leave the 40's and using perkacets
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| Takin thangs, purses, chains its all that the perps is wit,
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| Murder 1 an murder 2 the evidence is critical, plus the motive wit it doow?
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| The jury might not let ya go, I betcha if ya dry the riva, probably you’ll find
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| em all, but I aint sayin shit, fuck around an have a re-call.
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| Closed case, see the pictures,
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| Oh they found some fingerprints, re-opened by the governement, he musta been
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| wit it den,
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| Vereran don’t need no kind a evidence an that’s a fact, you gotta keep it on
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| the low an make me go get that gat…
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| (hook x 2)
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| (T-Boz)
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| T-Boz an C-Murder, boii we thuggin for sure, fucks wit Limit or tru,
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| an bitches will get curbed, kick doors (???)extacy and optimal,
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| strip clubs buck naked hoes, white dude now black hoes, what you sees not
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| battle rappin, bitch I’m in to car jackin', kidnappin', droppin dope,
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| triple beams an bitch slappin,
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| Alot of rappers think they hard, gave these bitches hoe card, talkin shit in
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| studios, I’m on the streets in camoflauge, tattoos and battle scars,
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| convicted felons an hooptie cars, I’m in your house, say whats up,
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| your pussy ass can catch a charge,
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| Please don’t make me call your name, its a damn shame what the game don changed,
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| you eva talk about tru an believe ima let yo brains hang…
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| (hook x 2)
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| Silk Tha Shocka
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| Yo, ma gun that’s my nigga, that’s ma woodie that’s ma round, if you let em
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| catch you slippin he gon put cha in tha ground, I was know at a early age for
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| totin the gauge, wit hallow heads, I’m dumpin fedz an tryin to get paid,
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| I’m dedicated to represent, that tru click bitch, I spit that real shit for
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| wigs to get split, ma finga stays on that trigga to murda a bitch nigga,
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| us niggas don’t yap about it we commin to deal witcha, if C give me the word,
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| I’m leaving ya on the curb, chopped up like a uncut bird, ready to serve,
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| ma nigga we play it raw and take that beef shit far, leave ya body smokin like
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| toke and chopped wit a sawed off
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| (hook x 2) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Make Me , by - C-Murder. Song from the album C-P-3.Com, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп