[Chorus: MJG]
Don't make(don't make)
Me kill(me kill)

No mutha$#&@in body in here(in here)
Ima shoot(ima shoot)
Three shots(three shots)

Somebody done made me hot(me hot)

Don't make(don't make)

Me kill(me kill)
No mutha$#&@in body in here(in here)
Ima shoot(ima shoot)

Three shots(three shots)
Somebody done made me hot(me hot)


[Verse: MJG]
You got me $#&@ed up, we shoot guns and hit targets
Meat market, chop haters up who start %#@!

M.J.G., rippin holes in body gaurds
Outta line, polices and boys who think they body hard
And when the party started, I thought we was all chillin

I figured that everybody be leavin here all livin
You standin to close partna, you askin too much baby
You need to get way from round me, before our clique goin crazy


[Eightball]
They ma-ny ^!$$%z come round, talkin bout

They hot, but they not, $#&@in with fat boy and MJ
^!$$% we the truth, holla at a playa man
Streets are the booth, we poppin at you hatas man

Soft $$# ^!$$%z make they chin hit the floor
Off bran ^!$$%z take they cheese and they hoe
Mafio (mafio), ^!$$%z know (^!$$%z know)

When them real live g's hit the door (hit the door)

[Chorus]


[Verse 2: MJG]
I got a 22, not much bigger than my finger

A winchester pistol grip pump thats a head ringer
A two shot derringer, not little millinater
A big 40 glock, just call me the gun slanger

Some AK spray to kill the front line
One houndred and thirty dead from squeezin off one time
All you mutha$#&@in ^!$$%z, that yappin that fly lip

Let it rip, don't slip, I'm workin with fly clips

[Eightball]

We fifty deep and every ^!$$% with me got they ice on
Look, ^!$$%z gottta brake your face like Roy Jones
Crush your bones when its on, we ain't never scared

Them Memphis boys, we so serious when its bout that bread
Kidnap family members, them ^!$$%z don't leave no witness
They all love a gangsta, that %#@! be so addictive

When we pull up, they know who we are by the car
We blowin big, and you know Diddy he gonna buy the bar


[Chorus]

[Verse 3: MJG]

Take your vest off, I'm blowin your neck off and eyes out
High speed chase, I'll follow you to your hideout
Shoot your $#&@in tires out, don't try to ride now

What happend to the bass in your voice, you just cryin now
Thought you was a man, you starting to look fine now
The grim reaper been lookin for ya, and boy its time now

And blow the roll, %#@! out the right side of your head man
Aint no way for retaliation when yous'a dead man


Not a scared man, we keep it, out the frame
We stayin away from lames, and run the whole game
I do it like G, you aint, $#&@in with me

Eightball, MJG, we reppin for Tennesee
With murder and homicide, and daily, ^!$$%z die
And daily, ^!$$%z ride, it don't mean with we you wise

Money, and the power, the weak, they get devoured
Them boys that disrespect, with bullets they get showered

[Chorus x3]


[gunshots]