Three 6 Mafia - Don't Make Me Kill Lyrics
What you boys gon do (x6)Wha wha what you[lord infamous]I keep seeing images man its like Im locked in a simulatorApocalypse slayer, Im the street nigga terminatorIs it in my nature to be another life taker?Then I ask em why home invader?Strapped with the auto and razorThese days madness, raising havocWitness savage, blazing automaticsEnding this a highway trafficVery graphicI rob and kick a burglary kidnappingThey think its just bout rappingBut sometimes we get to cappingNiggas snappingYou mother*****ing *****es make me boredLets go onIf you think the world is really *****ing yoursIf we must fill the morgueThen we will fill the morgueIf we must kill these boysThen we will kill these boysLets destroyAll who cross the pathA hypnotize blood bathTry to reach and grabYou will feel the aftermathIm the trial, Im the da, Im the lawyer and the judgeIf you wanna feel the slugsThen I let you feel the slugsChorus: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 offNow nigga now its time for a killingBuck buck shots blastingWho I be scan *****ing man>from the killa klanGot my thugs from the southHeavily armed and caused outBetter bring itWhen you bring itCause if you dont that means you *****edCause those killers from the worldWont hesitate to pop those slugsHave yo mammies and yo pappysAnd yo mother*****ing grammies***** yo poppa was becauseYou too damn greedy with that moneyNow I told you dont testAnd you did something, pityYou wasnt shitBlaze something about your mother*****ing printsThe patience of this gameYou best to learnTrying to have it allYou gon fallWe gon make sure of thatHoe we gon make sure of thatDecipher or stress thatMe blasting with my techYou testIll flexIll bring the sawedThree buck shots in your vestIm making mother*****ers feel what I feelThis shit is realMother*****ers who missConsider them gravesDont make me murder you *****Chorus[mc mack]Get your dogs off me, pimpingIt aint no slippingIm running em on yaMc mack from the killa klan clickGot haters sickLike they had pneumoniaFree me from this three way junctionBefore I proceeding to take his lifeAnd though I had them tear da any thugs from the southsideReady to blast on siteWeapons blasting nice and fastingGot you dashingSpray this boyCalling up my band of hollywood niggasWhatever they ready for warLets lets make a stainA stain on the laneYoungin done hipped me to the game*****es choosing out the frameIs it the fame or is the the cheese?Hoes be trying to smoke on my weedAnd know that mac done broke the lawsOr pay the dues for the things you see***** please break your kneesGet off my chrome and get your ownCarla hit me on my hornAnd said your momma aint at homeIts a hypnotize, kamikazeProphet posse, like the nazisYou aint with the campWack producers trying to *****ing copyStop stealing buster nigga***** go check the sound scanWe cashing checks and flipping thatThese haters will never learnDont make me kill niggaChorus
