Chubby Jag - Don't Make Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Fred The Godson] You know the nine'll shake, spines'll break, find ya fate Carrying on the heat lines, I'm more then a '98 Rappers is senseless, I'll put your brain on your contract You... think... you could mind ya business You know what block I'm from, this hell scary I got the slugs and the shotgun, painting man to Hail Mary Fred the Godson, unlimited arson Put the gun to your brother, get in the car son Plotting on my diamonds, my shooters got heat to spray I rent out infrareds, I call it the LisaRaye Get it, lease a ray, diamonds Whoever on that street don't pay, (??) College boys holding you up, Heisman I won't be judged by no one, not even Simon My gun man, they go by a**ignment Personal consignment, whatever, you're dying [Hook:] (x2) Don't make me pull out the heater, I might blast Don't make me pull out the heater, I might blast Make me pull out the heater, might blast I might blast [Verse 2: Chubby Jag] Got an ego that might k** a n***a ego Move d**, n***a think you a Nino 'til I make you freeze up like TiVo Tryn'a have a big heat like Teebo You ain't never shot nothing, n***a we know Homie chill, that ain't even your ceelo I'll shoot the whole clip home, reload Everybody know I got a shot like 'Ehlo (song isn't fully transcribed)