Mac - Nobody Make A Sound Lyrics
[2-4-1 talking]Alright, we got mac, magic, fiendAnd fa sho we got 2-4-1 up in this *****You know what Im saying?And if any of you mother*****ers moveYall gon get your *****in heads blown offYa heard me?[mac]Alright, nobody move, nobody dieIf you thinkin about breathin, then ima open fireTonight everybodys gonna die tonightMr. magic, you pat em down2-4-1 yall duct tape emAnd if anybody move fiend gon disenegrate emStartin with you and you, cuz I told yall not to breatheNow I want the rest of yall to watch them mother*****ers bleedThrow down your rollies, your guccis, your sacesAnd your new jays, and your cellphonesAnd anything else that cost over a hundred bones[magic]Alright, ima pat everybody downSo keep your heads to the floorWhoever in charge of this ***** better point me to the doorIm lookin for the loot, so me and my people can leaveBut any dis-cooperation and one of you *****es gon bleedIm bout that drama, ask my mama, she aint raise no punkIm bout that murder, you mother*****ers better smell my trunkThey call me magic cuz Im known for makin my victims disappearFear? naw nigga that shit aint happen round here[chorus - mac] x 2Now everybody lay it downNobody make a soundI got fifty *****in rounds[2-4-1]Lights beamin, we screamin, we gonna get cha2-4-1 were dumpin in the clip with the triggersWe gotta be bad, you better get readyWere gonna do your ass like jason, or either like freddyThe time has come, the clock has tickedMan hold up, this is your last trickOff the hook, its the way, let us reignNiggas better know this aint no mother*****in game[fiend]Now what I got to get it done?The m-1, I borrowed from big edMy chopper got a spittin tongueAnd when it hums, it speaks ya to deathI aint got no problem with you, well maybe I doYou got what I wantAnd either till you give it up, ima split ya upAnd dont think that I wontDont got much time to tell about the murder taleTo each one of yallBut that last mother*****er that aint really wanna give it upJust be here with yallWhat cha mean that nigga fiend aint got the gall?My nigga mac gave the callMurder, murder, kill, kill, burn up all yall[chorus] x 3[mac]I told you *****es lay it down, everybody made a soundSo we shuttin this ***** down, ya heard me?
