Lirik Nobody Make A Sound - Mac
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featuring 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
[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