Don't Make - 8Ball & MJG

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