Текст песни Mac f 2-4-1, Fiend, Magic - Nobody Make a Sound
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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?