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 Artist: Mac Album: Shell Shocked

    Song: Nobody Make a Sound



[2-4-1 talking]Alright, we got Mac, Magic, FiendAnd fa sho we got
2-4-1 up in this bitchYou know what I'm saying? And if any of you
motherfuckers moveY'all gon get your fuckin heads blown offYa heard
me?[Mac]                                Alright, nobody move, nobody
dieIf you thinkin about breathin, then I'ma open fireTonight
everybody's gonna die tonightMr. Magic, you pat em down2-4-1 y'all
duct tape emAnd if anybody move Fiend gon disenegrate emStartin with
you and you, cuz I told y'all not to breatheNow I want the rest of
y'all to watch them motherfuckers bleedThrow down your rollies, your
Gucci's, your 'Sace'sAnd your new Jays, and your cellphonesAnd
anything else that cost over a hundred bones[Magic]Alright, I'ma pat
everybody downSo keep your heads to the floorWhoever in charge of this
bitch better point me to the doorI'm lookin for the loot, so me and my
people can leaveBut any dis-cooperation and one of you bitches gon
bleedI'm bout that drama, ask my mama, she ain't raise no punkI'm bout
that murder, you motherfuckers better smell my trunkThey call me Magic
cuz I'm known for makin my victims disappearFear? Naw nigga that shit
ain't happen round here[Chorus - Mac] X 2Now everybody lay it
downNobody make a soundI got fifty fuckin rounds[2-4-1]Lights beamin,
we screamin, we gonna get cha2-4-1 we're dumpin in the clip with the
triggersWe gotta be bad, you better get readyWe're 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, it's the way,
let us reignNiggas better know this ain't no motherfuckin
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 ain't got no problem with you, well maybe I doYou got what I
wantAnd either till you give it up, I'ma split ya upAnd don't think
that I won'tDon't got much time to tell about the murder taleTo each
one of y'allBut that last motherfucker that ain't really wanna give it
upJust be here with y'allWhat cha mean that nigga Fiend ain't got the
gall?My nigga Mac gave the callMurder, murder, kill, kill, burn up all
y'all[Chorus] X 3[Mac]I told you bitches lay it down, everybody made a
soundSo we shuttin this bitch down, ya heard me?

 

  




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[2-4-1 talking]Alright, we got Mac, Magic, FiendAnd fa sho we got
2-4-1 up in this bitchYou know what I'm saying? And if any of you
motherfuckers moveY'all gon get your fuckin heads blown offYa heard
me?[Mac]                                Alright, nobody move, nobody
dieIf you thinkin about breathin, then I'ma open fireTonight
everybody's gonna die tonightMr. Magic, you pat em down2-4-1 y'all
duct tape emAnd if anybody move Fiend gon disenegrate emStartin with
you and you, cuz I told y'all not to breatheNow I want the rest of
y'all to watch them motherfuckers bleedThrow down your rollies, your
Gucci's, your 'Sace'sAnd your new Jays, and your cellphonesAnd
anything else that cost over a hundred bones[Magic]Alright, I'ma pat
everybody downSo keep your heads to the floorWhoever in charge of this
bitch better point me to the doorI'm lookin for the loot, so me and my
people can leaveBut any dis-cooperation and one of you bitches gon
bleedI'm bout that drama, ask my mama, she ain't raise no punkI'm bout
that murder, you motherfuckers better smell my trunkThey call me Magic
cuz I'm known for makin my victims disappearFear? Naw nigga that shit
ain't happen round here[Chorus - Mac] X 2Now everybody lay it
downNobody make a soundI got fifty fuckin rounds[2-4-1]Lights beamin,
we screamin, we gonna get cha2-4-1 we're dumpin in the clip with the
triggersWe gotta be bad, you better get readyWe're 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, it's the way,
let us reignNiggas better know this ain't no motherfuckin
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 ain't got no problem with you, well maybe I doYou got what I
wantAnd either till you give it up, I'ma split ya upAnd don't think
that I won'tDon't got much time to tell about the murder taleTo each
one of y'allBut that last motherfucker that ain't really wanna give it
upJust be here with y'allWhat cha mean that nigga Fiend ain't got the
gall?My nigga Mac gave the callMurder, murder, kill, kill, burn up all
y'all[Chorus] X 3[Mac]I told you bitches lay it down, everybody made a
soundSo we shuttin this bitch down, ya heard me?

                            
							
                                    
                            

							


Mac  - Nobody Make a Sound


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