Spice 1 - Make Sure They Bleed Lyrics
Spoken intro:(smoking & coughing)God damn!This goes out to you ***** ass niggas speaking bad on the deadThis goes out to my nigga makaveliI wanna say what's up to my nigga makaveliRest in playa piecesNiggas die...dailyVerse 1:Live the murderous lifestyleSeeing niggas get smotheredWith my foot in the grave and the other in the gutterBred being a drug dealer, natural born thug niggaBallin' with mob figures, soldiers and real killasTellin' my homies when we hit the weedAvenge me if I die by my enemiesMake sure they bleedPut their faces on the front pageBlow a nigga in his dome, close range with tha mutha*****in' 12 gaugeAnd tell 'em bossalini called the shotsStill lookin for them ***** ass niggas that murdered my homie pacLocked up my nigga major painCause they can't ***** with the realism that came from a niggas brainYou jealous mutha*****as still got me strappedI be smokin' on chronic sacks with death knockin' at my backI'm going crazy, seeing shit that ain't realDrunk and shootin' at niggas that I done already killedChorus:Trying to get to ghetto heaven cause I'm born to dieHopin' the lord will see my reason when he asks me whyTrying to get to ghetto heaven cause I'm born to dieHopin' the lord will see my reason when he asks me whyMake sure they bleedMake sure they bleedIf I die by my enemies make sure they bleedVerse 2:Should they speak on a soldier when he deadCause when he's livin' all the drama you spittin get your mutha*****in weedSplittinGet your money while you still on this earthBorn sinnin' from birthBlack hearses cursing the turfCarrying dead bodies to the churchAshes to dirt, niggas be restin' in playa pieces like tutinkam (spelling'sWrong)Ain't no cowards in the game nigga, it's vietnamKeep your killa partners with you but don't keep them too closeCause some niggas is magicians, turn your ass to a ghostAnd have you watch your body, lookin' at your corpse full of holesCause some niggas appear to be friends and foesWho really knows?It's a *****ed up world, niggas murder you while you sleepingAnd I'm waitin' to catch 'em creepin'***** ass niggas get to die with their eyes openThe only real drama is two guns smokin'ChorusVerse 3:Welcome back to the ghetto, niggas still infected with thug diseaseFelonies, 60 g's for 2 ki's? ? ? we all aroundWhen it comes to the root of the evil we all downThugs crying with tears made a cop ? ? ?Lord, what about the guard of the pen in the gun towerIs he going to hell for killin' niggas escapin'?Or going crazy cause his freedoms takin'?Born sinning, niggas dying with their nikes onI'm bringing fear to my enemies, keep them sleeping with their lights onWitnessing death on the streets, mutha*****as be dying dailyAll the o.g. niggas giving game to thug babiesIf them niggas catch you slipping than your ass is goneTake your mutha*****ing head, ain't no vest for your domeChorus
