Make Sure They Bleed 歌词
| 歌曲 | Make Sure They Bleed |
| 歌手 | Spice 1 |
| 专辑 | Immortalized |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Crumpler, Green | |
| Spoken Intro: (Smoking & Coughing) | |
| God damn! | |
| This goes out to you bitch ass niggas speaking bad on the dead | |
| This goes out to my nigga | |
| Makaveli I wanna say what's up to my nigga | |
| Makaveli Rest in playa pieces | |
| Niggas die...daily | |
| Verse 1: Live the murderous lifestyle | |
| Seeing niggas get smothered | |
| With my foot in the grave and the other in the gutter | |
| Bred being a drug dealer, natural born thug nigga | |
| Ballin' with mob figures, soldiers and real killas | |
| Tellin' my homies when we hit the weed | |
| Avenge me if | |
| I die by my enemies | |
| Make sure they bleed | |
| Put their faces on the front page | |
| Blow a nigga in his dome, close range with tha muthafuckin' 12 gauge | |
| And tell 'em | |
| Bossalini called the shots | |
| Still lookin for them bitch ass niggas that murdered my homie | |
| Pac Locked up my nigga | |
| Major Pain | |
| Cause they can't fuck with the realism that came from a niggas brain | |
| You jealous muthafuckas still got me strapped | |
| I be smokin' on chronic sacks with death knockin' at my back | |
| I'm going crazy, seeing shit that ain't real | |
| Drunk and shootin' at niggas that | |
| I done already killed | |
| CHORUS: Trying to get to ghetto heaven cause i'm born to die | |
| Hopin' the | |
| Lord will see my reason when he asks me why | |
| Trying to get to ghetto heaven cause i'm born to die | |
| Hopin' the | |
| Lord will see my reason when he asks me why | |
| Make sure they bleed | |
| Make sure they bleed | |
| If I die by my enemies make sure they bleed | |
| Verse 2: Should they speak on a soldier when he dead | |
| Cause when he's livin' all the drama you spittin get your muthafuckin weed splittin | |
| Get your money while you still on this earth | |
| Born sinnin' from birth | |
| Black hearses cursing the turf | |
| Carrying dead bodies to the church | |
| Ashes to dirt, niggas be restin' in playa pieces like | |
| Tutinkam (spelling's wrong) | |
| Ain't no cowards in the game nigga, it's | |
| Vietnam Keep your killa partners with you but don't keep them too close | |
| Cause some niggas is magicians, turn your ass to a ghost | |
| And have you watch your body, lookin' at your corpse full of holes | |
| Cause some niggas appear to be friends and foes | |
| Who really knows? | |
| It's a fucked up world, niggas murder you while you sleeping | |
| And I'm waitin' to catch 'em creepin' | |
| Bitch ass niggas get to die with their eyes open | |
| The only real drama is two guns smokin' | |
| CHORUS Verse 3: | |
| Welcome back to the ghetto, niggas still infected with thug disease | |
| Felonies, 60 g's for 2 ki's ??? | |
| We all around | |
| When it comes to the root of the evil we all down | |
| Thugs crying with tears made a cop ??? | |
| Lord, what about the guard of the pen in the gun tower | |
| Is he going to hell for killin' niggas escapin'? | |
| Or going crazy cause his freedoms takin'? | |
| Born sinning, niggas dying with their nikes on | |
| I'm bringing fear to my enemies, keep them sleeping with their lights on | |
| Witnessing death on the streets, muthafuckas be dying daily | |
| All the O. | |
| G. niggas giving game to thug babies | |
| If them niggas catch you slipping than your ass is gone | |
| Take your muthafucking head, ain't no vest for your dome | |
| CHORUS |
| zuo ci : Crumpler, Green | |
| Spoken Intro: Smoking Coughing | |
| God damn! | |
| This goes out to you bitch ass niggas speaking bad on the dead | |
| This goes out to my nigga | |
| Makaveli I wanna say what' s up to my nigga | |
| Makaveli Rest in playa pieces | |
| Niggas die... daily | |
| Verse 1: Live the murderous lifestyle | |
| Seeing niggas get smothered | |
| With my foot in the grave and the other in the gutter | |
| Bred being a drug dealer, natural born thug nigga | |
| Ballin' with mob figures, soldiers and real killas | |
| Tellin' my homies when we hit the weed | |
| Avenge me if | |
| I die by my enemies | |
| Make sure they bleed | |
| Put their faces on the front page | |
| Blow a nigga in his dome, close range with tha muthafuckin' 12 gauge | |
| And tell ' em | |
| Bossalini called the shots | |
| Still lookin for them bitch ass niggas that murdered my homie | |
| Pac Locked up my nigga | |
| Major Pain | |
| Cause they can' t fuck with the realism that came from a niggas brain | |
| You jealous muthafuckas still got me strapped | |
| I be smokin' on chronic sacks with death knockin' at my back | |
| I' m going crazy, seeing shit that ain' t real | |
| Drunk and shootin' at niggas that | |
| I done already killed | |
| CHORUS: Trying to get to ghetto heaven cause i' m born to die | |
| Hopin' the | |
| Lord will see my reason when he asks me why | |
| Trying to get to ghetto heaven cause i' m born to die | |
| Hopin' the | |
| Lord will see my reason when he asks me why | |
| Make sure they bleed | |
| Make sure they bleed | |
| If I die by my enemies make sure they bleed | |
| Verse 2: Should they speak on a soldier when he dead | |
| Cause when he' s livin' all the drama you spittin get your muthafuckin weed splittin | |
| Get your money while you still on this earth | |
| Born sinnin' from birth | |
| Black hearses cursing the turf | |
| Carrying dead bodies to the church | |
| Ashes to dirt, niggas be restin' in playa pieces like | |
| Tutinkam spelling' s wrong | |
| Ain' t no cowards in the game nigga, it' s | |
| Vietnam Keep your killa partners with you but don' t keep them too close | |
| Cause some niggas is magicians, turn your ass to a ghost | |
| And have you watch your body, lookin' at your corpse full of holes | |
| Cause some niggas appear to be friends and foes | |
| Who really knows? | |
| It' s a fucked up world, niggas murder you while you sleeping | |
| And I' m waitin' to catch ' em creepin' | |
| Bitch ass niggas get to die with their eyes open | |
| The only real drama is two guns smokin' | |
| CHORUS Verse 3: | |
| Welcome back to the ghetto, niggas still infected with thug disease | |
| Felonies, 60 g' s for 2 ki' s ??? | |
| We all around | |
| When it comes to the root of the evil we all down | |
| Thugs crying with tears made a cop ??? | |
| Lord, what about the guard of the pen in the gun tower | |
| Is he going to hell for killin' niggas escapin'? | |
| Or going crazy cause his freedoms takin'? | |
| Born sinning, niggas dying with their nikes on | |
| I' m bringing fear to my enemies, keep them sleeping with their lights on | |
| Witnessing death on the streets, muthafuckas be dying daily | |
| All the O. | |
| G. niggas giving game to thug babies | |
| If them niggas catch you slipping than your ass is gone | |
| Take your muthafucking head, ain' t no vest for your dome | |
| CHORUS |
| zuò cí : Crumpler, Green | |
| Spoken Intro: Smoking Coughing | |
| God damn! | |
| This goes out to you bitch ass niggas speaking bad on the dead | |
| This goes out to my nigga | |
| Makaveli I wanna say what' s up to my nigga | |
| Makaveli Rest in playa pieces | |
| Niggas die... daily | |
| Verse 1: Live the murderous lifestyle | |
| Seeing niggas get smothered | |
| With my foot in the grave and the other in the gutter | |
| Bred being a drug dealer, natural born thug nigga | |
| Ballin' with mob figures, soldiers and real killas | |
| Tellin' my homies when we hit the weed | |
| Avenge me if | |
| I die by my enemies | |
| Make sure they bleed | |
| Put their faces on the front page | |
| Blow a nigga in his dome, close range with tha muthafuckin' 12 gauge | |
| And tell ' em | |
| Bossalini called the shots | |
| Still lookin for them bitch ass niggas that murdered my homie | |
| Pac Locked up my nigga | |
| Major Pain | |
| Cause they can' t fuck with the realism that came from a niggas brain | |
| You jealous muthafuckas still got me strapped | |
| I be smokin' on chronic sacks with death knockin' at my back | |
| I' m going crazy, seeing shit that ain' t real | |
| Drunk and shootin' at niggas that | |
| I done already killed | |
| CHORUS: Trying to get to ghetto heaven cause i' m born to die | |
| Hopin' the | |
| Lord will see my reason when he asks me why | |
| Trying to get to ghetto heaven cause i' m born to die | |
| Hopin' the | |
| Lord will see my reason when he asks me why | |
| Make sure they bleed | |
| Make sure they bleed | |
| If I die by my enemies make sure they bleed | |
| Verse 2: Should they speak on a soldier when he dead | |
| Cause when he' s livin' all the drama you spittin get your muthafuckin weed splittin | |
| Get your money while you still on this earth | |
| Born sinnin' from birth | |
| Black hearses cursing the turf | |
| Carrying dead bodies to the church | |
| Ashes to dirt, niggas be restin' in playa pieces like | |
| Tutinkam spelling' s wrong | |
| Ain' t no cowards in the game nigga, it' s | |
| Vietnam Keep your killa partners with you but don' t keep them too close | |
| Cause some niggas is magicians, turn your ass to a ghost | |
| And have you watch your body, lookin' at your corpse full of holes | |
| Cause some niggas appear to be friends and foes | |
| Who really knows? | |
| It' s a fucked up world, niggas murder you while you sleeping | |
| And I' m waitin' to catch ' em creepin' | |
| Bitch ass niggas get to die with their eyes open | |
| The only real drama is two guns smokin' | |
| CHORUS Verse 3: | |
| Welcome back to the ghetto, niggas still infected with thug disease | |
| Felonies, 60 g' s for 2 ki' s ??? | |
| We all around | |
| When it comes to the root of the evil we all down | |
| Thugs crying with tears made a cop ??? | |
| Lord, what about the guard of the pen in the gun tower | |
| Is he going to hell for killin' niggas escapin'? | |
| Or going crazy cause his freedoms takin'? | |
| Born sinning, niggas dying with their nikes on | |
| I' m bringing fear to my enemies, keep them sleeping with their lights on | |
| Witnessing death on the streets, muthafuckas be dying daily | |
| All the O. | |
| G. niggas giving game to thug babies | |
| If them niggas catch you slipping than your ass is gone | |
| Take your muthafucking head, ain' t no vest for your dome | |
| CHORUS |
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