Don`t Make Me Kill Lyrics

Don`t Make Me Kill lyrics

What you boys gon' do [x6]  

 Wha Wha What you  

  

 [Lord Infamous]  

 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  

 Ending this a 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 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  

 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  

  

 [CHORUS:]  

 Don't make me kill, don't make me kill somebody [x4]  

 What you boys gon' do [x8]  

  

 [Scan Man]  

 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  

  

 [CHORUS]  

  

 [MC Mack]  

 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 aint at home  

 It's 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  

 Don't make me kill nigga  

  

 [CHORUS