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Make Sure They Bleed
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Make Sure They Bleed was released on October 12, 1999 by Jive as a part of the album ImmortalizeD
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Release DateOctober 12, 1999
LabelJive
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Spice 1
Spice 1
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kirk Crumpler
Kirk Crumpler
Composer, Lyrics
Robert L. Green, Jr.
Robert L. Green, Jr.
Lyrics, Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kirk Crumpler
Kirk Crumpler
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer
Michael Denten
Michael Denten
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Goddamn
This go out to you bitch ass **** speaking bad on the dead
This goes out to my **** Makaveli
Bitch ass ****
This goes out to my **** Pac and Bob
I'ma say what's up to my **** Makaveli
**** die daily
Rest in player pieces
**** die daily
Live the murderous lifestyle
Seeing **** get smothered with one foot in the grave
And the other one in the gutter
Bred being a drug dealer
Natural born thug ****, belly with mob figures
Soldiers and real killers
Telling my homies when we hit the weed
Avenge me if I die by my enemies
Make sure they bleed, put they faces on the front page
Blow a **** in his dome close range
With a motherfucking 12 gauge
And tell 'em Bossilini called the shot
Still looking for them bitch ass **** murdered my homie Pac
Locked up, my **** Major Payne
'Cause they can't fuck with the realism that came from a **** brain
You jealous motherfuckers still got me strapped
I be smoking on crime sacks with death knocking at my back
I'm going crazy seeing shit that ain't real
Trunk is shooting at **** that I done already killed
Trying to get to ghetto heaven 'cause I'm born to die
Hoping the Lord see my reason when he ask me why
Trying to get to ghetto heaven 'cause I'm born to die
Hoping the Lord see my reason when he ask me why
Make sure they bleed
If I die by my enemies, make sure they bleed
Make sure they bleed
If I die by my enemies, make sure they bleed
You shouldn't speak on a soldier when he dead
'Cause when he living all that drama you spitting
It get your motherfucking wig splitting
Get your money while you still on this Earth
Born sinner from birth
Black hearses cursing the turf
Carrying dead bodies to the church
Ash to dirt
**** resting in they player pieces like TuPac and Com
Ain't no cowards in the game, ****, it's Vietnam
Keep your killer partners with you but don't keep 'em too close
'Cause some **** is magicians, turn your ass to a ghost
And have you out your body looking at your corpse full of holes
**** appear to be friends but foes, who really knows?
It's a fucked up world
**** murder you while you sleeping
And I'm waiting to catch 'em creeping
Bitch ass **** get to die with they eyes open
The only language for drama is two guns smoking
Hoping and praying
Trying to get to ghetto heaven 'cause I'm born to die
Hoping the Lord see my reason when he ask me why
Trying to get to ghetto heaven 'cause I'm born to die
Hoping the Lord see my reason when he ask me why
Make sure they bleed
If I die by my enemies, make sure they bleed
Make sure they bleed
If I die by my enemies, make sure they bleed
It's welcome back to the ghetto
**** still infected with thug disease
Felonies, 60 G's for two keys
We fly the seas either grey or hell
We all around when it comes to the root of the evil
We all down
Thugs crying with tears made of copper and gunpowder
Lord, what about the guard at the pen in the gun tower?
Is he going to hell for killing **** escaping
Or going crazy 'cause his freedom's taken?
We born sinners, **** dying with they Nikes on
I'm bringing fear to my enemies
Keep 'em sipping with they lights on
Witnessing death on the streets, motherfuckers be dying daily
All the OG **** giving game to thug babies
If them **** catch you slipping then your ass is gone
Protect your motherfucking head, ain't no vest for your dome
Trying to get to ghetto heaven 'cause I'm born to die
Hoping the Lord see my reason when he ask me why
Trying to get to ghetto heaven 'cause I'm born to die
Hoping the Lord see my reason when he ask me why
Make sure they bleed
If I die by my enemies, make sure they bleed
Make sure they bleed
If I die by my enemies, make sure they bleed
Yeah, if I leave this bitch
The first **** talking shit gon' catch slugs from my ****
All you punk ass **** gon' get up out this bitch
Calling for all you hoes
Yeah, all my real ****, one love
All you bitch ass **** talking shit
Watch for them motherfucking slugs
Peace out, bitch
Blow
Written by: Kirk Crumpler, Robert L. Green, Jr.
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