Don't Make

Don't make (Don't make)

Me Kill (Me kill)

No motherfucking body in here (in here)

I'ma shoot (I'ma 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

MJ Ripping Holes In Bodyguards

Outta Line Polices and boys Who 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 Befor our clique go crazy

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Yea maine these niggas

coming round talking bout they hot

but they not

fucking with fatboy mj

nigga we the truth

holla at playa maine

streets or the booth

we popping at you haters main

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 dow (hit the dow)

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

abig 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

We fifty deep and err nigga wit me got they ice on lil nigga 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 ther we blowing

big and you know Diddy he gon buy the bar

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' ties

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 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

Not a scread maine 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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