Spice 1 - Make Sure They Bleed lyrics

Spoken intro: (smoking & coughing) God damn! This goes out to you b**h a** n***as speaking bad on the dead This goes out to my n***a makaveli I wanna say what's up to my n***a makaveli Rest in playa pieces n***as die...daily Verse 1: Live the murderous lifestyle Seeing n***as get smothered With my foot in the grave and the other in the gutter Bred being a drug dealer, natural born thug n***a Ballin' with mob figures, soldiers and real k**as Tellin' my homies when we hit the weed Avenge me if i die by my enemies Make sure they bleed Put their faces on the front page Blow a n***a in his dome, close range with tha muthaf**in' 12 gauge And tell 'em bossalini called the shots Still lookin for them b**h a** n***as that murdered my homie pac Locked up my n***a major pain Cause they can't f** with the realism that came from a n***as brain You jealous muthaf**as still got me strapped I be smokin' on chronic sacks with d**h knockin' at my back I'm going crazy, seeing sh** that ain't real Drunk and shootin' at n***as that i done already k**ed Chorus: Trying to get to ghetto heaven cause i'm born to die Hopin' the lord will see my reason when he asks me why Trying to get to ghetto heaven cause i'm born to die Hopin' the lord will see my reason when he asks me why Make sure they bleed Make sure they bleed If i die by my enemies make sure they bleed Verse 2: Should they speak on a soldier when he dead Cause when he's livin' all the drama you spittin get your muthaf**in weed Splittin Get your money while you still on this earth Born sinnin' from birth Black hearses cursing the turf Carrying dead bodies to the church Ashes to dirt, n***as be restin' in playa pieces like tutinkam (spelling's Wrong) Ain't no cowards in the game n***a, it's vietnam Keep your k**a partners with you but don't keep them too close Cause some n***as is magicians, turn your a** to a ghost And have you watch your body, lookin' at your corpse full of holes Cause some n***as appear to be friends and foes Who really knows? It's a f**ed up world, n***as murder you while you sleeping And i'm waitin' to catch 'em creepin' b**h a** n***as get to die with their eyes open The only real drama is two guns smokin' Chorus Verse 3: Welcome back to the ghetto, n***as still infected with thug disease Felonies, 60 g's for 2 ki's ??? we all around When it comes to the root of the evil we all down Thugs crying with tears made a cop ??? Lord, what about the guard of the pen in the gun tower Is he going to hell for k**in' n***as escapin'? Or going crazy cause his freedoms takin'? Born sinning, n***as dying with their nikes on I'm bringing fear to my enemies, keep them sleeping with their lights on Witnessing d**h on the streets, muthaf**as be dying daily All the o.g. n***as giving game to thug babies If them n***as catch you slipping than your a** is gone Take your muthaf**ing head, ain't no vest for your dome Chorus