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c-murder - don't make me كلمات الأغنية

don’t f-ck around and make me hit you with dat choppa (don’t make me get that gun)
(don’t make me get that gizzat, don’t make me get that gun)
don’t f-ck around and make me hit you with dat choppa (don’t make me get that gizzat, don’t make me get that gun)
don’t make me get my gat, don’t make me get my gun
don’t f-ck around and make me chop you with dat choppa (don’t make me get my gat, don’t make me get my gun)
don’t make me get that thang and make some people go to jail for ya
ya might call the choppas but the po-po’s call the crime stoppas
yo, i’m deep up in the ghetto leave the 40’s and using perkacets
takin thangs, purses, chains it’s all that the perps is with
murder 1 an murder 2 the evidence is critical, plus the motive with it doow?
the jury might not let ya go, i betcha if ya dry the riva, probably you’ll find em all, but i ain’t sayin sh-t, f-ck around an have a re-call
closed case, see the pictures
oh they found some fingerprints, re-opened by the governement, he musta been with it den
vereran don’t need no kind a evidence an that’s a fact, you gotta keep it on the low an make me go get that gat…
t-boz an c-murder, boii we thuggin for sure, f-cks with limit or tru, an b-tches will get curbed, kick doors (?)extacy and optimal, strip clubs buck naked hoes, white dude now black hoes, what you sees not battle rappin, b-tch i’m in to car jackin’, kidnappin’, droppin dope, triple beams an b-tch slappin
alot of rappers think they hard, gave these b-tches hoe card, talkin sh-t in studios, i’m on the streets in camoflauge, tattoos and battle scars, convicted felons an hooptie cars, i’m in your house, say what’s up, your p-ssy -ss can catch a charge
please don’t make me call your name, it’s a d-mn shame wat the game don changed, you eva talk about tru an believe i’m a let yo brains hang…
yo, ma gun that’s my n-gga, that’s ma woodie that’s ma round, if you let em catch you slippin he gon put cha in tha ground, i was know at a early age for totin the gauge, with hallow heads, i’m dumpin fedz an tryin to get paid, i’m dedicated to represent, that tru cl1ck b-tch, i spit that real sh-t for wigs to get split, ma finga stays on that trigga to murda a b-tch n-gga, us n-ggas don’t yap about it we commin to deal witcha, if c give me the word, i’m leaving ya on the curb, chopped up like a uncut bird, ready to serve, ma n-gga we play it raw and take that beef sh-t far, leave ya body smokin like toke and chopped with a sawed off

- c murder

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