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letra de make sure they bleed - spice 1

spoken intro:
(smoking & coughing)
god d-mn!
this goes out to you b-tch -ss n-gg-s speaking bad on the dead
this goes out to my n-gg- makaveli
i wanna say what’s up to my n-gg- makaveli
rest in playa pieces
n-gg-s die… daily

verse 1:
live the murderous lifestyle
seeing n-gg-s get smothered
with my foot in the grave and the other in the gutter
bred being a drug dealer, natural born thug n-gg-
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 n-gg- in his dome, close range with tha m-th-f-ckin’ 12 gauge
and tell ’em bossalini called the shots
still lookin for them b-tch -ss n-gg-s that murdered my homie pac
locked up my n-gg- major pain
cause they can’t f-ck with the realism that came from a n-gg-s brain
you jealous m-th-f-ckas still got me strapped
i be smokin’ on chronic sacks with death knockin’ at my back
i’m going crazy, seeing sh-t that ain’t real
drunk and shootin’ at n-gg-s 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 m-th-f-ckin weed
splittin
get your money while you still on this earth
born sinnin’ from birth
black he-rs-s cursing the turf
carrying dead bodies to the church
ashes to dirt, n-gg-s be restin’ in playa pieces like tutinkam (spelling’s
wrong)
ain’t no cowards in the game n-gg-, it’s vietnam
keep your killa partners with you but don’t keep them too close
cause some n-gg-s is magicians, turn your -ss to a ghost
and have you watch your body, lookin’ at your corpse full of holes
cause some n-gg-s appear to be friends and foes
who really knows?
it’s a f-cked up world, n-gg-s murder you while you sleeping
and i’m waitin’ to catch ’em creepin’
b-tch -ss n-gg-s get to die with their eyes open
the only real drama is two guns smokin’

chorus

verse 3:
welcome back to the ghetto, n-gg-s 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 h-ll for killin’ n-gg-s escapin’?
or going crazy cause his freedoms takin’?
born sinning, n-gg-s dying with their nikes on
i’m bringing fear to my enemies, keep them sleeping with their lights on
witnessing death on the streets, m-th-f-ckas be dying daily
all the o.g. n-gg-s giving game to thug babies
if them n-gg-s catch you slipping than your -ss is gone
take your m-th-f-cking head, ain’t no vest for your dome

chorus

- spice 1

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