Mac - Nobody Make a Sound текст песни

[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 Im saying?

And if any of you motherfuckers move

Yall gon get your fuckin heads blown off

Ya heard me?

[mac]

Alright, nobody move, nobody die

If you thinkin about breathin, then ima open fire

Tonight everybodys gonna die tonight

Mr. magic, you pat em down

2-4-1 yall duct tape em

And if anybody move fiend gon disenegrate em

Startin with you and you, cuz I told yall not to breathe

Now I want the rest of yall to watch them motherfuckers bleed

Throw down your rollies, your guccis, your saces

And your new jays, and your cellphones

And anything else that cost over a hundred bones

[magic]

Alright, ima pat everybody down

So keep your heads to the floor

Whoever in charge of this bitch better point me to the door

Im lookin for the loot, so me and my people can leave

But any dis-cooperation and one of you bitches gon bleed

Im bout that drama, ask my mama, she aint raise no punk

Im bout that murder, you motherfuckers better smell my trunk

They call me magic cuz Im known for makin my victims disappear

Fear? naw nigga that shit aint 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 were dumpin in the clip with the triggers

We gotta be bad, you better get ready

Were 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, its the way, let us reign

Niggas better know this aint 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 aint got no problem with you, well maybe I do

You got what I want

And either till you give it up, ima split ya up

And dont think that I wont

Dont got much time to tell about the murder tale

To each one of yall

But that last motherfucker that aint really wanna give it up

Just be here with yall

What cha mean that nigga fiend aint got the gall?

My nigga mac gave the call

Murder, murder, kill, kill, burn up all yall

[chorus] x 3

[mac]

I told you bitches lay it down, everybody made a sound

So we shuttin this bitch down, ya heard me?