Tytuł: Nobody make a sound

• Wykonawca: Mac
• Wyświetleń: 192

  
   feat. 2 4 1 Fiend Magic
  
  [2 4 1 talking]
  Alright we got Mac Magic Fiend
  And fa sho we got 2 4 1 up in this bitch
  You know what I'm saying?
  And if any of you motherfuckers move
  Y'all gon get your fuckin heads blown off
  Ya heard me?
  
  [Mac]
  Alright nobody move nobody die
  If you thinkin about breathin then I'ma open fire
  Tonight everybody's gonna die tonight
  Mr. Magic you pat em down
  2 4-1 y'all duct tape em
  And if anybody move Fiend gon disenegrate em
  Startin with you and you, cuz I told y'all not to breathe
  Now I want the rest of y'all to watch them motherfuckers bleed
  Throw down your rollies, your Gucci's, your 'Sace's
  And your new Jays, and your cellphones
  And anything else that cost over a hundred bones
  
  [Magic]
  Alright, I'ma pat everybody down
  So keep your heads to the floor
  Whoever in charge of this bitch better point me to the door
  I'm lookin for the loot, so me and my people can leave
  But any dis-cooperation and one of you bitches gon bleed
  I'm bout that drama, ask my mama, she ain't raise no punk
  I'm bout that murder, you motherfuckers better smell my trunk
  They call me Magic cuz I'm known for makin my victims disappear
  Fear? Naw nigga that shit ain't happen round here
  
  [Chorus - Mac] X 2
  Now everybody lay it down
  Nobody make a sound
  I got fifty fuckin rounds
  
  [2-4-1]
  Lights beamin, we screamin, we gonna get cha
  2-4-1 we're dumpin in the clip with the triggers
  We gotta be bad, you better get ready
  We're gonna do your ass like Jason, or either like Freddy
  The time has come, the clock has ticked
  Man hold up, this is your last trick
  Off the hook, it's the way, let us reign
  Niggas better know this ain't no motherfuckin game
  
  [Fiend]
  Now what I got to get it done?
  The M-1, I borrowed from Big Ed
  My chopper got a spittin tongue
  And when it hums, it speaks ya to death
  I ain't got no problem with you, well maybe I do
  You got what I want
  And either till you give it up, I'ma split ya up
  And don't think that I won't
  Don't got much time to tell about the murder tale
  To each one of y'all
  But that last motherfucker that ain't really wanna give it up
  Just be here with y'all
  What cha mean that nigga Fiend ain't got the gall?
  My nigga Mac gave the call
  Murder, murder, kill, kill, burn up all y'all
  
  [Chorus] X 3
  
  [Mac]
  I told you bitches lay it down, everybody made a sound
  So we shuttin this bitch down, ya heard me?