(feat. Killa Klan, Lord Infamous)

What you boys gon' do [x6]

Wha Wha What you

[Lord Infamous]

I keep seeing images man it's like I'm locked in a simulator
Apocalypse slayer, I'm the street ^!$$% 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

^!$$%s snapping
You mother$#&@ing (*##$es make me bored
Let's go on

If you think the world is really $#&@ing 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 wanna 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 %#@! ^!$$% you done pissed me off
Now ^!$$% now it's time for a killing

Buck buck shots blasting
Who I be Scan $#&@ing 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 $#&@ed
Cause those killers from the world

Won't hesitate to pop those slugs
Have yo mammies and yo pappys
And yo mother$#&@ing grammies

$#&@ 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 %#@!
Blaze something about your mother$#&@ing 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 mother$#&@ers feel what I feel
This %#@! is real
Mother$#&@ers who miss

Consider them graves
Don't make me murder you (*##$

[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 ^!$$%s

Whatever they ready for war
Let's let's make a stain
A stain on the lane
Youngin done hipped me to the game
(*##$es 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
(*##$ please break your knees
Get off my chrome and get your own
Carla hit me on my horn
And said your momma aint at home

It's a hypnotize, kamikaze
Prophet Posse, like the !@(^s
You aint with the camp
Wack producers trying to $#&@ing copy
Stop stealing buster ^!$$%
(*##$ go check the sound scan
We cashing checks and flipping that

These haters will never learn
Don't make me kill ^!$$%

[CHORUS]