[Verse 1: Reddog]
Told him I was [?] and now they won't leave me alone
Now I gotta click and
Then I snatch somebody's herringbone
That nigga must thought I was playin'
Then he looked and smiled at me
Grabbed the victim by his throat
And hung 'em from a fuckin' tree
Mane, I'm like a predator, I rip you up like limb from limb
Comin' at you like a animal, this pistol make a kill
Civilized and smart, I grip my gat, and slip it on my hip
Got the clip up in my hand, so it can't go off on me, bitch
That's why I protect myself, and watch my back in every way
Haven niggas better watch they ass, 'cause bitch, I'm on my way
Now them niggas who been thinkin' some day I'll approach they ass
But they never know because I'm creepin', when I'm on my task
Comin' out the cut, mane, with my yawk, you better watch your step
Mane, it's gon' be fatal, fuck with me, I bet you'd be disabled
Niggas try to go a ho but then they learn the hard way, see
It's that nigga Reddog, that be clickin' when you testin', G
Got the nine, Glock in my hand, and busta niggas wanna trip
Grip my gl'izz'ock tightly just in case them niggas think they're slick
Deadly, I'm like Freddie, take care of business when I'm havin' some
Ain't no need for bustin', ain't no bitin', 'cause I'm still the one
Bustin' caps right until now, mane, that's how the story go
Hit that ho for her 15, my nigga, now it's time to roll
Gotta make a killin', now I'm knowin' that I'm doin' wrong
Crank my mothafuckin' tone, just hopin' that this shit be on
Hopin' I don't go to /hell, it looks as if I'm takin' a fall
But bitch, as I take a fall, I bet I'd push down all of y'all
[Chorus: Reddog]
Make a killin'
Gotta make a killin', bitch, I gotta make a killin'
Gotta make a killin', gotta make a killin'
Gotta make a killin', bitch, I gotta make a killin'
[Verse 2]
Rollin' down the street, bumpin' with my six by nine speaker
Niggas on the fuckin' creep will watch me grab my street sweeper
System up too loud, plus, I'm high off that fuckin' ink
Thinkin' of another insane murder I committed, G
As I blast back, now I'm smilin' in their fuckin' face
Wishin' I could split somebody throat with my switchblade
Then I click and all of a sudden, I'm out that fuckin' trance, man
Lookin' at my gat hand, time to get some gas, man
Stop at Shells to fill up my tank, mobbin' down the avenue
Drinkin' on that fuckin' brew, now it's time to smoke, fool
Chicken in my system, I dismissed 'em, 'cause I fucked around
Mothafuckas talkin' shit, so bitch, I had to lay it down
It's so easy how I did it, 'cause it's just the way of life
It's like takin' candy from a baby, runnin' them hoes late night
I don't give a fuck, I'll click up on my rival ho
Shoot a nigga in the face, now you know it's time to roll
Bullets to anatomy, it's another strategy
I don't give a damn, bitch, they ain't finna cap to me
Born with a tally, comin' through the valley
Do you understand it? [?] command it
Took care of my business, never leave a witness
Niggas on my dick, bitch, take 'em off the [?]
Yeah, though, you ain't know, I can flow, time to go
Get this mothafuckin' ho
Grab that bitch when he come out the door
Stomp that bitch to the ground, make 'em make that ugly sound
Bitch, you shouldn't've fucked with a real nigga, I'm bound to clown
Comin' straight up out the Hamp for you hoes that didn't know
Nine five is in the door, pimpin' takin' over, ho
Kill the niggas in the Hamp, always stay strapped as we bounce
Smokin' on a big fat blunt, that's the shit that keeps 'em from
Pistols in my mothafuckin' hand, plus, I'm just a fuckin' man
Gotta make a killin' - because I can
[Chorus: Reddog]
Gotta make a killin', bitch, I gotta make a killin'
Gotta make a killin', gotta make a killin'
Gotta make a killin', bitch, I gotta make a killin'
Gotta make a killin', gotta make a killin'
Gotta make a killin', bitch, I gotta make a killin'
Gotta make a killin', gotta make a killin'
Gotta make a killin', bitch, I gotta make a killin'
Bitch
GOTTA MAKE A KILLIN was written by Shawty Pimp & Reddog.
GOTTA MAKE A KILLIN was produced by Shawty Pimp.