Gambino Family

Gambino Family - Make'm Bleed lyrics

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[Silkk]
 Huh  what!
 These niggas have got me so and so.
 Shit they can't get out of.
 Man  shit.
 Picture I got my niggas Gambinos.
 Serv On  Fiend.
 The whole No Limit niggas behind me.
 This ain't about no rappin no more.
 Fuck that.
 Why yall wanna start with us?
 Fuck a rap  fuck a rhyme nigga  fuck a dollar.
 I gots to get a nigga now.
 This ain't no motherfuckin threat.
 This some real shit bitch.
 I'm military minded, motherfuckin livin the life of a soldier
 I gots to eat, now picture streets keep a nigga like me rollin
 So yall done fuck with my dollars now I gotta take off my suit and my
 tie
 Bitch every nigga that fuck with my click, automatically them niggas
 goin have to die
 They done fuck with my dogs and I gotta break jaws like I break laws
 Got them niggas all fucked up havin them have to sip through a straw
 Walk up to his casket nigga laughing, put a slug up in his jacket
 Tell him if I ever see him again even if it's hell, I think about it
 started blasting
 Oh they don't know, but I bet they goin know now
 When I get to bust niggas duck, ?????????
 The rubbers still there, then they confined to a wheelchair
 Is he asleep, wakin him up, remember me
 I go to war
 [C-Murder]
 I make em bleed nigga
 Nigga what nigga
 Make em bleed nigga
 Nigga what
 Watch my enemies bleed nigga
 Make em bleed nigga
 Make my enemies bleed
 Watch em bleed nigga
 What nigga what
 Make em bleed nigga
 Hm, watch my enemies bleed nigga
 Watch em bleed
 [Fiend]
 ??????, womp womp
 Them bullets that ricochet have them niggas chomp chomp
 And that goes for anybody that wanna do sumpn sumpn
 Aint no almost dyin for nothing
 No lying or bluffin boy, I'm high and I'm dumpin niggas
 Soldiers prepare for war and rest in peace
 ??????, so run up the streets
 Showin up for heat, makin it hot until it burns
 Steady combat for sure it better to learn
 Capital F-I E-N last letter D
 Aint no nigga out here goin up and wetter me
 Fiend, Silkk The Shocker, Gambinos and Mr. Serv
 Smokin away our nerves, compressions and by the bird
 You ain't heard, on the one seven them niggas do dirt
 And I bet my serve occur yall felt my every word
 When I observe love to see you coppers solve me
 Remember I see murder before murder done saw me
 [Mr. Serv-On]
 Now motherfucker ask yourself, do you want your motherfuckin life to
 be fair
 I didn't think so, when I close my eyes and crush my tank
 You better pray to your favorite saint that I'm shooting blanks
 Sorry for you, that ain't possible
 Cause when Pheno get Gotti to go to war to be between us nigga, it
 aint droppable
 If it's possible before the trip
 Let me split your chest so I can feel the stress you feel when you
 look me eye to eye
 Surprise, everybody around me tonight without a tank dies
 Until you cowards realize my military intellect
 Engraved to me like a dead nigga name on a bitch neck
 Select one more three and you get a nigga like me
 The S to the E to the R to the V
 Believe in this war shit you better believe that bitch
 Get against the war I'm do or die, battle ready
 Always holding this motherfucking tank steady
 [C-Murder]
 Nigga I make em bleed nigga
 Nigga nigga what
 Make em bleed nigga
 Huh, I make my enemies bleed nigga
 Nigga make em bleed nigga
 Make em bleed
 Make em bleed
 [Pheno]
 Deliver me father from this war all my enemies wicked devils with
 shovels
 Wanna destroy me over jealousy
 Losing my faith, my every step I see a stumble
 So much envy from niggas who hold they nuts wishing I crumble
 When they start some hell
 Try to escape the shadow of my death
 Know that it's coming for me could be my last final breath
 How long will it last
 Till my fortyfive is empty
 Got no mercy for niggas I'm innocent till proven guilty
 Who the fuck niggas takin us for
 Better be ready for war
 Cause I'm clutching uzi machines to blow up your car
 (BOOM!!!)
 [Gotti]
 Let the tables turn nigga, deadly bullets burn
 When will you bitch niggas learn you got to earn your stripes
 Nigga my life aint right
 It's quite bland living on the streets, I'm playin for keeps
 I never let you bitch made niggas worry me
 I got a team of young breeders catch us killing machines
 Quick to run up your dreams
 With fully automatic mini fourteens by any means
 We bloodin up your scene, talkin bout beef
 I take this war shit deep, ready to die
 For what I believe is mine, see the money in my eye
 Goin squeeze the four five and I'm blastin till my last day
 Label me a thug breeder till my grave
 [C-Murder]
 I make em bleed nigga
 What what what
 Make em bleed nigga
 Nigga what
 I make my enemies bleed
 Nigga what
 Make em bleed nigga
 My enemies goin bleed
 I make em bleed nigga
 Nigga what nigga what
 Make em bleed nigga
 I watch my enemies bleed nigga
 Huh, watch em bleed
 My enemies goin bleed
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Author: Gambino Family

Composer: ?

Publisher: No Limit Records

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

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