8ball & Mjg Don't Make Letras:
Chours 2x:
Dont make me(don't make me) kill
No muthafuckin body in here(in here)
Ima shoot (Ima shoot)
Three shots (Three Shots)
Somebody done made me hot (Me Hot)

You Got Me Fucked Up
We Shoot Guns and Hit Targets
Meat Market Yall Haters Up Who Start Shit
MJG Ripping holes In Bodyguards
Outta Line Polices and boys Who think They Party Hard
And When The Party Started I Thought We Was All Chillin
I Figured Everybody Would Be Leaving here all living
You Standin To Close Partner
You Askin To Much Baby
You Need To Get From Round Me Before our clique go crazy
(8-ball)
Yea mayne these niggas
coming round talking bout they hot
but they not
fucking with fatboy mj
nigga we the truth
holla at playa mayne
streets or the booth
we popping at you haters mayne
Soft as niggaz, make they chin hit the flo off brand niggaz
take they chesse and they hoe mafio (mafio) niggaz know
(niggaz know) when them real live G's hit the door' (hit the door')

[Chorus 2x]

[MJG]
I gotta 22 not much bigga than my fanga a when
chesta pistol grip pump us a head ranga a two shot
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daraga nine lil milana
a big fourty glock just call me the gun slanga
some ak's spray to kill the front line one hundred
and thirty dead from
squeezin' off one time all you mu-fuckin' who
gappin' fly lip let it rip don't slip I'm workin'
wit five clips
[8 Ball]
We fifty deep and err nigga wit me got they ice on
lil a nigga like that a break yo face like Roy
Jones crushin' bones when it's
on we ain't never scaed them memphis boyz be so
serious when it's bout that bread kidnap family
members them niggaz don't
leave no witness they all love a gansta that
shit be so addictive when we pull up they know
who we are by the car
big and you know Diddy he gon buy the bar

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[MJG]
Take yo vest off from blowin' yo kneck off and
eyes out high speed chase I follow you to yo hide
out shot yo fuckin' tires
out don't try to ride now what happen to the base
in yo voice you just cryin' now I thought you was
a man you starting to
look fine now a grim reaper we been lookin' for
you in boyz time now then blow the wrong shit out
of the right side of yo head
maine ain't noway for retaliation when U's a dead man
[8 Ball]
Not a scared mayne we keep off the frame we
staying away from lames we runnin' the whole game
I do it like a G you ain't
fuckin' wit me 8 ball, MJG we reppin' for
Tennessee wit murder and homicide the day niggaz
die the day niggaz ride and
don't need a reason why it's money and the power
the week they get devowered them boyz they
disrespect wit bullets they
get showered

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Letras: Don't Make 8ball & Mjg [final]