Текст (слова) песни: Three 6 Mafia - Dont Make Me Kill

What you boys gon do (x6)

Wha wha what you

[lord infamous]

I keep seeing images man its like Im locked in a simulator

Apocalypse slayer, Im 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

Ending this a highway traffic

Very graphic

I rob and kick a burglary kidnapping

They think its just bout rapping

But sometimes we get to capping

Niggas snapping

You motherfucking bitches make me bored

Lets go on

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

Lets destroy

All who cross the path

A hypnotize blood bath

Try to reach and grab

You will feel the aftermath

Im the trial, Im the da, Im the lawyer and the judge

If you wanna feel the slugs

Then I let you feel the slugs

Chorus:

Dont make me kill, dont make me kill somebody (x4)

What you boys gon do (x8)

[scan man]

Aw shit nigga you done pissed me off

Now nigga now its 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 dont that means you fucked

Cause those killers from the world

Wont 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 dont test

And you did something, pity

You wasnt 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

Ill flex

Ill bring the sawed

Three buck shots in your vest

Im making motherfuckers feel what I feel

This shit is real

Motherfuckers who miss

Consider them graves

Dont make me murder you bitch

Chorus

[mc mack]

Get your dogs off me, pimping

It aint no slipping

Im 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

Lets lets 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 aint at home

Its a hypnotize, kamikaze

Prophet posse, like the nazis

You aint 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

Dont make me kill nigga

Chorus

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Strapped with the auto and razor These days madness, raising havoc Witness savage, blazing automatics Ending this a highway traffic Very graphic I rob and kick a burglary kidnapping They think its just bout rapping But sometimes we get to capping Niggas snapping You motherfucking bitches make me bored Lets go on 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 Lets destroy All who cross the path A hypnotize blood bath Try to reach and grab You will feel the aftermath Im the trial, Im the da, Im the lawyer and the judge If you wanna feel the slugs Then I let you feel the slugs Chorus: Dont make me kill, dont make me kill somebody (x4) What you boys gon do (x8) [scan man] Aw shit nigga you done pissed me off Now nigga now its 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 dont that means you fucked Cause those killers from the world Wont 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 dont test And you did something, pity You wasnt 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 Ill flex Ill bring the sawed Three buck shots in your vest Im making motherfuckers feel what I feel This shit is real Motherfuckers who miss Consider them graves Dont make me murder you bitch Chorus [mc mack] Get your dogs off me, pimping It aint no slipping Im 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 Lets lets 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 aint at home Its a hypnotize, kamikaze Prophet posse, like the nazis You aint 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 Dont make me kill nigga Chorus Нравится песня? 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