MAKE IT MAKE SENSE
Make it make sense
I was putting in double over-time
Check the resume and see that you will find
That my presence a gift I was made for this shit
And I sit at a level that you can not get
Make it make sense
(whoo, whoo, damn!))
I'm heavy as a pound and you only bout a gram
Competing with me you must lack common sense
My victory at your expense, make it make sense
You can not be serious
Know the story about the cat and still curious
You and I both know that you are no match
But you Eddie red leather delirious
Keep all my movements mysterious
The homies all bloody like periods
Tough as a rock and I'm big as a diesel
These ass whoopin's come fast and furious
Never seen a nigga step up to me in the ring
And live to tell about it it's a motherfuckin dream
You can check my resume you know I'm solid as a bolder
Hard on a h*e game colder than the polar
Lookin at you and then lookin at me
it is clear as can be who the winner will be
I blow past you bastards and head to the top
Man I sit at a level that you can not reach
I'm born in you sworn in so there is a difference
So just so you know I'm made for this shit
Verbal assassin I always stay loaded
And if you want problems I'll unload the clip
Better think twice before rolling the dice
This whole thing a gamble don't lose all your shit
To know me's a privilege my presence's a gift
That's why you all on my dick
Make it make sense
I was putting in double over-time
Check the resume and see that you will find
That my presence a gift I was made for this sht
And I sit at a level that you can not get
Make it make sense
(whoo, whoo, damn!)
I'm heavy as a pound and you only bout a gram
Competing with me you must lack common sense
My victory at your expense, make it make sense
I'm goin' places you'll never go
I'm Harry-O and you Death Row
I pray you niggas will die slow
I'm hittin niggas wit death blows
Death strikes, here I go
Mac Fame, Swanky tho
I'm up in this bitch wit a gang of dough
I'm up in this bitch wit a gang of hoe's
I'm up in this bitch wit a gang of blow
(sniff sniff) bitch let's go
On top of the buildin' is where I stay
Hop in the helicopter wanna get away
Runnin' from the cops on a day-to-day
Nigga did you get paid today
Blues blues I got blues on deck
Plus a non-profit getting a check
Huh Huh niggas funny as fuck
Cause you niggas all bummy as fuck
Dummy as fuck
Dummy what
You, me, nigga never enough
You do never enough
Better than you, I'm the stuff
I'm the stuff that they read about
All in ya motherfuckin girlfriend mouth
Its still KnockOut, paved the way
Tron Mobb nigga Holiday
It's a Mobb nigga Holiday
Shoot niggas up like fade aways
I'm like a hundred up that's for sure
I'm goin' hella harder like the Magna Carta
I'm not 21 but I'm about to slaughter
Yeah yeah, guard ya daughter
Make it make sense
I was putting in double over-time
Check the resume and see that you will find
That my presence a gift I was made for this shit
And I sit at a level that you can not get
Make it make sense
(whoo, whoo, damn!)
I'm heavy as a pound and you only bout a gram
Competing with me you must lack common sense
My victory at your expense, make it make sense
I was putting in double over-time
Check the resume and see that you will find
That my presence a gift I was made for this shit
And I sit at a level that you can not get
Make it make sense
(whoo, whoo, damn!))
I'm heavy as a pound and you only bout a gram
Competing with me you must lack common sense
My victory at your expense, make it make sense
You can not be serious
Know the story about the cat and still curious
You and I both know that you are no match
But you Eddie red leather delirious
Keep all my movements mysterious
The homies all bloody like periods
Tough as a rock and I'm big as a diesel
These ass whoopin's come fast and furious
Never seen a nigga step up to me in the ring
And live to tell about it it's a motherfuckin dream
You can check my resume you know I'm solid as a bolder
Hard on a h*e game colder than the polar
Lookin at you and then lookin at me
it is clear as can be who the winner will be
I blow past you bastards and head to the top
Man I sit at a level that you can not reach
I'm born in you sworn in so there is a difference
So just so you know I'm made for this shit
Verbal assassin I always stay loaded
And if you want problems I'll unload the clip
Better think twice before rolling the dice
This whole thing a gamble don't lose all your shit
To know me's a privilege my presence's a gift
That's why you all on my dick
Make it make sense
I was putting in double over-time
Check the resume and see that you will find
That my presence a gift I was made for this sht
And I sit at a level that you can not get
Make it make sense
(whoo, whoo, damn!)
I'm heavy as a pound and you only bout a gram
Competing with me you must lack common sense
My victory at your expense, make it make sense
I'm goin' places you'll never go
I'm Harry-O and you Death Row
I pray you niggas will die slow
I'm hittin niggas wit death blows
Death strikes, here I go
Mac Fame, Swanky tho
I'm up in this bitch wit a gang of dough
I'm up in this bitch wit a gang of hoe's
I'm up in this bitch wit a gang of blow
(sniff sniff) bitch let's go
On top of the buildin' is where I stay
Hop in the helicopter wanna get away
Runnin' from the cops on a day-to-day
Nigga did you get paid today
Blues blues I got blues on deck
Plus a non-profit getting a check
Huh Huh niggas funny as fuck
Cause you niggas all bummy as fuck
Dummy as fuck
Dummy what
You, me, nigga never enough
You do never enough
Better than you, I'm the stuff
I'm the stuff that they read about
All in ya motherfuckin girlfriend mouth
Its still KnockOut, paved the way
Tron Mobb nigga Holiday
It's a Mobb nigga Holiday
Shoot niggas up like fade aways
I'm like a hundred up that's for sure
I'm goin' hella harder like the Magna Carta
I'm not 21 but I'm about to slaughter
Yeah yeah, guard ya daughter
Make it make sense
I was putting in double over-time
Check the resume and see that you will find
That my presence a gift I was made for this shit
And I sit at a level that you can not get
Make it make sense
(whoo, whoo, damn!)
I'm heavy as a pound and you only bout a gram
Competing with me you must lack common sense
My victory at your expense, make it make sense
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Writer(s): Chris Steward
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