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Chours 2x:
Dont make me(don't make me) kill
No muth*fkin body in here(in here)
Ima shoot (Ima shoot)
Three shots (Three Shots)
Somebody done made me hot (Me Hot)
You Got Me fked Up
We Shoot Guns and Hit Targets
Meat Market Yall Haters Up Who Start s**t
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
coming round talking bout they hot
but they not
fking with fatboy mj
nigg* we the truth
holla at playa mayne
streets or the booth
we popping at you haters mayne
Soft as , make they chin hit the flo off brand
take they chesse and they hoe mafio (mafio) know
( know) when them real live G's h*t the door' (hit the door')
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MJG
I gotta 22 not much bigga than my fanga a when chesta pistol grip pump us a head ranga a two shot 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-fkin' who gappin' fly lip let it rip don't slip I'm workin' wit five clips
8 Ball
We fifty deep and err nigg* wit me got they ice on lil a nigg* 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 don't
leave no witness they all love a gansta that s**t 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 fkin' 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 s**t 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
fkin' wit me 8 ball, MJG we reppin' for Tennessee wit murder and homicide the day die the day 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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