Fatha Ferg - Don't Make Me (feat. Katia)
From B-Lo to Charlotte250, in my wallet
2016, Ford Fusion
My silver bullet, just zoomin
Just thinkin about how I’m about to change my life
Wit my brother, my daughters, my son, my wife
That 7-1-6 in my mental
30 years worth so I gotta rep yo
I was a sports head hangin wit street thugs
I seen shit that I dont even speak of
Pretty boy is what they use to call me
Pussy nigga what they thought I was gonna be
But y’all pussy niggas jumped me
Now that’s a whole another story
All my life niggas wanted to test me
But they failed, I gave them Fs, b
I’m a nice guy who’s all about family
No gang I was raised to b a manly
Got hands, Got guns, but listen understand me
A hearse, or gurnee how you wanna laid out in front of yo family
No King, I’m X, by any means necessary
Everything comes with pain, so u niggas choose wisely
Put up, or shut up, catch 1 or get bodied
Im finally on the right track
New mentality I cant go back
Don’t, Make me relapse
Don’t, get yo as clapped
Don’t, Make me do that
Don’t, Make me
Don’t, Make me relapse
Don’t, get yo as clapped
Don’t, Make me do that
Don’t, Make me
I’m dressed in all red fire all around me bro
Red dot on yo head no sudden movements bro
Don’t make me light you up, wet you up let hydro yo
You niggas is all dead, yea this a horror show
Got the devil in the back of my mind
Y’all makin the evil come alive
Got u runnin for your life
While I’m blastin at ya spine
Toss you off the rooftop
The juice, what I got
Grew up on gangsta rap
Ice Cube in my boom box
White girls in tube socks
Wit white girl in they tube socks
They sellin they kids system
To put inside they system
They kids is in the systems
Dope boys, they can’t resist them
Half bricks, I wanted to flip them
Nickel bags, I use to pitch them
I was only, 16
Sellin them, 4 for 16
Movin funny, get you 16
Now you layin there in a sic scene
Lil nigga, but I got big dreams
My method was to get C.R.E.A.M
36 in the chamber is extreme
Killer mentality in my bloodstream
Don’t, Make me relapse
Don’t, get yo as clapped
Don’t, Make me do that
Don’t, Make me
Don’t, Make me relapse
Don’t, get yo as clapped
Don’t, Make me do that
Don’t, Make me
Im a changed man, because of da man above
He took away my bro and grandma that I loved
He made me see what I did wrong and why I did it
I was an immature lil boy, see now I can admit it
I express my thoughts thru my rhymes, so now I spit it
If it’s money to b made, than I’m a go and get it
If I’m facing trouble, I’ll neva hide
Win or lose your fights, but never lose your pride
Don’t, Make me relapse
Don’t, get yo as clapped
Don’t, Make me do that
Don’t, Make me
Don’t, Make me relapse
Don’t, get yo as clapped
Don’t, Make me do that
Don’t, Make me
Written by:
Tim Ferguson, Jr
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