Don`t Make Me Kill Lyrics

Don`t Make Me Kill lyrics

Album: Hypnotize Camp Posse (2000)

 

 (Feat. Killa Klan & Lord Infamous)

 

 

 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