Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Make Me Kill (feat. Killa Klan) , by - Lord Infamous. Release date: 24.01.2000
Song language: English
Don't Make Me Kill (feat. Killa Klan) |
| I keep seeing images man it’s like I’m locked in a simulator |
| Apocalypse slayer, I’m the street nigga terminator |
| Is it in my nature to be another life taker? |
| Then I ask 'em why home invader? |
| Strapped with the auto and razor |
| These days madness, raising havoc, witness savage |
| Blazing automatics in the midst of highway traffic |
| Very graphic |
| I rob and kick a burglary kidnapping |
| They think it’s just 'bout rapping |
| But sometimes we get to capping |
| Niggas snapping |
| You motherfucking bitches make me bored |
| Let’s go to war |
| If you think the world is really fucking yours |
| If we must fill the morgue |
| Then we will fill the morgue |
| If we must kill these boys |
| Then we will kill these boys |
| Let’s destroy all who cross the path |
| A hypnotize blood bath |
| Try to reach and grab |
| You will feel the aftermath |
| I’m the trial, I’m the DA, I’m the lawyer and the judge |
| If you wanna feel the slugs |
| Then I let you feel the slugs |
| Don’t make me kill, don’t make me kill somebody |
| What you boys gon' do |
| Aw shit nigga you done pissed me off |
| Now nigga now it’s time for a killing |
| Buck buck shots blasting |
| Who I be Scan fucking Man |
| From the Killa Klan |
| Got my thugs from the south |
| Heavily armed and caused out |
| Better bring it |
| When you bring it |
| Cause if you don’t that means you fucked |
| Cause those killers from the world |
| Won’t hesitate to pop those slugs |
| Have yo mammies and yo pappys |
| And yo motherfucking grammies |
| Fuck yo poppa was because |
| You too damn greedy with that money |
| Now I told you don’t test |
| And you did something, pity |
| You wasn’t shit |
| Blaze something about your motherfucking prints |
| The patience of this game |
| You best to learn |
| Trying to have it all |
| You gon' fall |
| We gon' make sure of that |
| Hoe we gon' make sure of that |
| Decipher or stress that |
| Me blasting with my tech |
| You test |
| I’ll flex |
| I’ll bring the sawed |
| Three buck shots in your vest |
| I’m making motherfuckers feel what I feel |
| This shit is real |
| Motherfuckers who miss |
| Consider them graves |
| Don’t make me murder you bitch |
| Get your dogs off me, pimping |
| It ain’t no slipping |
| I’m running 'em on ya |
| MC Mack from the Killa Klan click |
| Got haters sick |
| Like they had pneumonia |
| Free me from this three way junction |
| Before I proceeding to take his life |
| And though I had them tear da any thugs from the southside |
| Ready to blast on site |
| Weapons blasting nice and fasting |
| Got you dashing |
| Spray this boy |
| Calling up my band of Hollywood niggas |
| Whatever they ready for war |
| Let’s let’s make a stain |
| A stain on the lane |
| Youngin done hipped me to the game |
| Bitches choosing out the frame |
| Is it the fame or is the the cheese? |
| Hoes be trying to smoke on my weed |
| And know that Mac done broke the laws |
| Or pay the dues for the things you see |
| Bitch please break your knees |
| Get off my chrome and get your own |
| Carla hit me on my horn |
| And said your momma ain’t at home |
| It’s a hypnotize, kamikaze |
| Prophet Posse, like the nazis |
| You ain’t with the camp |
| Wack producers trying to fucking copy |
| Stop stealing buster nigga |
| Bitch go check the sound scan |
| We cashing checks and flipping that |
| These haters will never learn |
| Don’t make me kill nigga |