(feat. Killa Klan, Lord Infamous)    What you boys gon' do [x6]  Wha Wha What you    [Lord Infamous]  I keep seeing images man it's like I'm locked in a simulator  Apocalypse slayer, I'm the street nigga terminator  Is it in my nature to be another life taker?  Then I ask 'em why home invader?  Strapped with the auto and razor  These days madness, raising havoc   Witness savage, blazing automatics  Ending this a highway traffic  Very graphic  I rob and kick a burglary kidnapping  They think it's just 'bout rapping   But sometimes we get to capping  Niggas snapping  You motherfucking bitches make me bored  Let's go on   If you think the world is really fucking yours  If we must fill the morgue  Then we will fill the morgue  If we must kill these boys  Then we will kill these boys  Let's destroy  All who cross the path  A hypnotize blood bath  Try to reach and grab  You will feel the aftermath  I'm the trial, I'm the DA, I'm the lawyer and the judge  If you wanna feel the slugs  Then I let you feel the slugs    [CHORUS:]  Don't make me kill, don't make me kill somebody [x4]  What you boys gon' do [x8]    [Scan Man]  Aw shit nigga you done pissed me off  Now nigga now it's time for a killing   Buck buck shots blasting  Who I be Scan fucking Man  From the Killa Klan  Got my thugs from the south  Heavily armed and caused out  Better bring it   When you bring it  Cause if you don't that means you fucked  Cause those killers from the world  Won't hesitate to pop those slugs  Have yo mammies and yo pappys  And yo motherfucking grammies  Fuck yo poppa was because  You too damn greedy with that money  Now I told you don't test   And you did something, pity  You wasn't shit  Blaze something about your motherfucking prints  The patience of this game   You best to learn  Trying to have it all  You gon' fall  We gon' make sure of that  Hoe we gon' make sure of that  Decipher or stress that  Me blasting with my tech  You test   I'll flex  I'll bring the sawed  Three buck shots in your vest  I'm making motherfuckers feel what I feel  This shit is real  Motherfuckers who miss  Consider them graves  Don't make me murder you bitch    [CHORUS]    [MC Mack]  Get your dogs off me, pimping  It ain't no slipping  I'm running 'em on ya  MC Mack from the Killa Klan click  Got haters sick  Like they had pneumonia  Free me from this three way junction  Before I proceeding to take his life  And though I had them tear da any thugs from the southside  Ready to blast on site  Weapons blasting nice and fasting  Got you dashing  Spray this boy  Calling up my band of Hollywood niggas  Whatever they ready for war  Let's let's make a stain  A stain on the lane  Youngin done hipped me to the game  Bitches choosing out the frame  Is it the fame or is the the cheese?  Hoes be trying to smoke on my weed  And know that Mac done broke the laws  Or pay the dues for the things you see  Bitch please break your knees  Get off my chrome and get your own  Carla hit me on my horn  And said your momma aint at home  It's a hypnotize, kamikaze  Prophet Posse, like the nazis  You aint with the camp  Wack producers trying to fucking copy  Stop stealing buster nigga  Bitch go check the sound scan  We cashing checks and flipping that  These haters will never learn  Don't make me kill nigga    [CHORUS]