Don't Make Me Kill

What you boys gon' do (x6)

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[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 want to 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 ain't at home

It's a hypnotize, kamikaze

Prophet Posse, like the nazis

You ain't 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