Lyrics Don't Make Me None - T-Rock, Area 51, C-Mob

Don't Make Me None

Tell me do you really wanna go to war
I don’t wanna have to kill em but I do it if I have to
Motherfucker I only do dirt when I need to
Not whenever I’m asked to
I’mma do it if i gotta
I will never be doing too much just for attention
And the dirt I did in the past I really don’t even have to mention
Just know the streets kill
You better watch out they cheat still
Everybody better seek skrill
Whatever it takes to meet bills
No time for cheap thrills
Gotta feed my family
Also gotta keep my sanity
Got everyone around me panicky
Can it be
They know that I’m losing it so they are nervous and panicking
Get kinda sick cause I might have a fit then shits finna hit the fan again
On the dark side like Anakin
Deadly and I’m damaging
Enemies are either vanishing or foes are still like mannequins
So listen cause I’m on a mission for money and yes I will do what I got to
Anyone thinking that they can prevent me is gonna find out who will drop you
Have I done dirt for the paper?
Yes, indeed I did
And I really don’t give a fuck what you think I got to feed my kids
Will you mob (if i had to)
Will you slang (if i had to)
Will you crawl (if i had to)
Will you bang (if i had to)
Shit
Don’t make me none (bitch)
Don’t make me none (fool)
Don’t make me none (bitch)
Don’t make me none (fool)
You got anna I got killas from the [id of Indiana
It get crucial when I notify my set to cock them hammers
We open up the top like a bottle of Tropicana
Raining bullets on niggas like when the heavens rain
Man I’m pushing Cadillac on .22s
Like my nigga count em
My niggas filet mignon
You puts in niggas fianna
Ain’t no way I’mma let a hoe play me out like a piano
I’mma run up in your house like the killers did to Montana
Me and my nigga C-Mob
We ball fuck a
On the top of the mountain it’s so difficult to see y’all
Lifting to take a nigga up and down like a seesaw
It’ll be foolish not to stay rooted until the tree falls
Blasting not flashing
Take that 20 shots to a nigga made back and
Get trashing
Make a nigga lay flat
Better sweep when you taste that beretta so nasty
Ain’t nobody gonna live to tell the taste
I’mma give a nigga hell to pay
Blow another amp to the face then send a few shells away
Will you mob (if i had to)
Will you slang (if i had to)
Will you crawl (if i had to)
Will you bang (if i had to)
Shit
Don’t make me none (bitch)
Don’t make me none (fool)
Don’t make me none (bitch)
Don’t make me none (fool)
I don’t really know why anybody would try to come test me could it be stupid to
teething
Everybody will see you finna be sweat like a hundred degree humility
When I run up on you with the heater I’mm leave a mothafucker on the ground
with a plan to teach you
Put the gun to the head and beseech ya
They don’t want the reapers hand to reach em
I don’t give a fuck if I’m cooler than you I’mma do what I have to truly do
I’mma make a fool of you
When I slap the shit out of this Rudy poo
Who do you think you are when I run around flashing broccoli
With a heater to the back and you know that’s right where C-Mob and T-Rock will
be
Better be careful when you pull the money out of your pocket I’m bout to get
cash
I’m about to take yo grip fast
So you better try to dip dash
It’ll be hard to slip past if that gun on my hip blast
Try to report shrine hit em with the clothesline I’mm give a mothafucker
whiplash
All about the paper if I gotta pull a caper I’mma do it all the right with and
will
If you gonna roam them mad as hell
I ain’t trynna stand in jail
Stuck in a bad predicament I will take the gun
And do what I have to to get up out shit it don’t make me none
Will you mob (if i had to)
Will you slang (if i had to)
Will you crawl (if i had to)
Will you bang (if i had to)
Shit
Don’t make me none (bitch)
Don’t make me none (fool)
Don’t make me none (bitch)
Don’t make me none (fool)
Yeah
C-Mob and T-Rock
Know what I’m saying
From Marion, Indiana to College Park
Area 51 in this motherfucker
Get ready for the royal family