Make’m Bleed lyrics

[Silkk]
Huh, what!
These n*ggas have got me so and so
sh*t they can't get out of
Man, sh*t
Picture I got my n*ggas Gambinos
Serv-On, Fiend
The whole No Limit n*ggas behind me
This ain't about no rappin no more
f*ck that
Why yall wanna start with us?
f*ck a rap, f*ck a rhyme n*gga, f*ck a dollar
I gots to get a n*gga now
This ain't no motherf*ckin threat
This some real sh*t b*tch

I'm military minded!, motherf*ckin livin the life of a soldier
I gots to eat, now picture streets keep a n*gga like me rollin
So yall done f*ck with my dollars now I gotta take off my suit and my tie
b*tch every n*gga that f*ck with my click, automatically them n*ggas
Goin have to die
They done f*ck with my dogs and I gotta break jaws like I break laws
Got them n*ggas all f*cked up havin them have to sip through a straw
Walk up to his casket n*gga 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga
n*gga what n*gga
Make em bleed n*gga
n*gga what
Watch my enemies bleed n*gga
Make em bleed n*gga
Make my enemies bleed
Watch em bleed n*gga
What n*gga what
Make em bleed n*gga
Hm, watch my enemies bleed n*gga
Watch em bleed

[Fiend]
??????, womp womp
Them bullets that ricochet have them n*ggas chomp chomp
And that goes for anybody that wanna do sumpn sumpn
Ain't no almost dyin for nothing
No lying or bluffin boy, I'm high and I'm dumpin n*ggas
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
Ain't no n*gga 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 n*ggas 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 motherf*cker ask yourself, do you want your motherf*ckin 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 n*gga, it
Ain't 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 n*gga name on a b*tch neck
Select one more three and you get a n*gga like me
The S to the E to the R to the V
Believe in this war sh*t you better believe that b*tch
Get against the war I'm do or die, battle ready
Always holding this motherf*cking tank steady

[C-Murder]
n*gga I make em bleed n*gga
n*gga n*gga what
Make em bleed n*gga
Huh, I make my enemies bleed n*gga
n*gga make em bleed n*gga
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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas I'm innocent till proven guilty
Who the f*ck n*ggas 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 n*gga, deadly bullets burn
When will you b*tch n*ggas learn you got to earn your stripes
n*gga my life ain't right
It's quite bland living on the streets, I'm playin for keeps
I never let you b*tch made n*ggas 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 sh*t 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 n*gga
What what what
Make em bleed n*gga
n*gga what
I make my enemies bleed
n*gga what
Make em bleed n*gga
My enemies goin bleed
I make em bleed n*gga
n*gga what n*gga what
Make em bleed n*gga
I watch my enemies bleed n*gga
Huh, watch em bleed
My enemies goin bleed