Mac 10 Handle

歌詞

[Intro: Prodigy] The best in the business Yea, it's about that time, ya'heard? We the best nigga, we back nigga [Chorus: x2] I sit alone in my dirty ass room starrin' at candles High on drugs - all alone wit my hand on Mac 10 Handle Schemin' on you niggaz [Prodigy:] Yo, yo By myself in my four corner room watchin' Hard Boiled I feel like I'm crazy, my brain on drugs My bullet proof on run, flats late at the night I'ma look for Cuz Just ride through his hood, when I see that chump I'ma jump out the truck, and dump my gun You ain't neva been do it, so you scared of that kinda shit Hit me on a song and say - "P pop a lot off shit" Too much of that Gangsta Muzik, nah this reality rap I really go through it, in interrogation room, I don't crack Nigga I don't got none for ya, talk to my lawyer Shit, nowadays is hard to kill Be careful where you pull that trigger they got you on film They got eyes in the sky, we under surveillance That On Star on your car track everywhere you've been Gotta watch what I say, they tappin' my cell phone They wanna sneak and peak inside my home I'm paranoid and it's not the weed In my rear view mirror each car they follow me So I bust rights and lefts, lefts and rights 'Til I stop seeing those Impala headlights Then I circle my block to make sure it's smooth Before I go upstairs to my four corner room [Chorus: x2] [Prodigy:] I be alone in my hot ass room Smokin' dope loadin' bullets in my clip for you I ain't even wipin' my sweat, it's keepin' me cool I ain't even sweatin' you niggaz I'ma find you Eventually it happens like this At the club with his boys, at the mall with his bitch Nigga think it's gon' be a fight? PSS! HA! Death comes to those who wind me up And you could beg me to stop, but I just keep Puttin' pressure on the trigger 'til you fast asleep Like a baby (Son wake up) ain't no maybe Coulda, shoulda, woulda shot back, you too hasty I'm so impulsive, I start gunnin' right in front Jesus, Mary & Joseph (Oh My God!) If that's what it is, nigga I'ma live You not playin' me like the neighbourhood bitch (Ayo Mary?) [Chorus] [Outro: Prodigy {Edwin Starr}] Yea that's right; you know how we do it nigga, (Uh-huh) I sit up all night and plot on your head (Oh we comin') It's not a fuckin' game (We comin', we comin' nigga) Oh we comin' nigga believe that {If he should happen to write your name down} We runnin' around gettin' this money on tour You'know'what'I'm'sayin'? {Should he speak out} I really ain't got time for you bitch ass niggaz But um... this weekend I got some time You'know'what'I'm'sayin'? I might just put some work in (Yea we could fit 'em in, put 'em in the schedule) It's like they forgot or somethin', I come poppin' for you nigga I don't give a fuck who you wit, daytime, where the fuck we at You betta stop, drop and roll nigga (Uh-huh) And it's on and poppin', high on drugs, that's right Schemin' on you nigga, Mac 10 Handle [Prodigy sample from; The Start Of Your Ending (41st Side)] {"I use to drive AC and kept a Mac in the engine"} "Is this is it baby? Have you heard of a dude named...?" {"Yo it's the P"} "Isn't it that stingy mothafucka?"