Don't Make Me - C-Murder

Don’t make me get my Gat, don’t make me get my Gun

Don’t fuck around and make me chop you wit dat choppa (Don't make me get my Gat,

don’t make me get my Gun)

Don’t make me get that thang and make some people go to jail for ya,

Ya might call the Choppas but the po-po's call the crime stoppas

Yo, I’m deep up in the ghetto leave the 40's and using perkacets

Takin thangs, purses, chains its all that the perps is wit,

Murder 1 an murder 2 the evidence is critical, plus the motive wit it doow?

The jury might not let ya go, I betcha if ya dry the riva, probably you’ll find

em all, but I aint sayin shit, fuck around an have a re-call.

Closed case, see the pictures,

Oh they found some fingerprints, re-opened by the governement, he musta been

wit it den,

Vereran don’t need no kind a evidence an that’s a fact, you gotta keep it on

the low an make me go get that gat…

(hook x 2)

(T-Boz)

T-Boz an C-Murder, boii we thuggin for sure, fucks wit Limit or tru,

an bitches will get curbed, kick doors (???)extacy and optimal,

strip clubs buck naked hoes, white dude now black hoes, what you sees not

battle rappin, bitch I’m in to car jackin', kidnappin', droppin dope,

triple beams an bitch slappin,

Alot of rappers think they hard, gave these bitches hoe card, talkin shit in

studios, I’m on the streets in camoflauge, tattoos and battle scars,

convicted felons an hooptie cars, I’m in your house, say whats up,

your pussy ass can catch a charge,

Please don’t make me call your name, its a damn shame what the game don changed,

you eva talk about tru an believe ima let yo brains hang…

(hook x 2)

Silk Tha Shocka

Yo, ma gun that’s my nigga, that’s ma woodie that’s ma round, if you let em

catch you slippin he gon put cha in tha ground, I was know at a early age for

totin the gauge, wit hallow heads, I’m dumpin fedz an tryin to get paid,

I’m dedicated to represent, that tru click bitch, I spit that real shit for

wigs to get split, ma finga stays on that trigga to murda a bitch nigga,

us niggas don’t yap about it we commin to deal witcha, if C give me the word,

I’m leaving ya on the curb, chopped up like a uncut bird, ready to serve,

ma nigga we play it raw and take that beef shit far, leave ya body smokin like

toke and chopped wit a sawed off

(hook x 2)