Make Sure They Bleed Lyrics by Spice 1

Make Sure They Bleed Lyrics

    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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