Nobody Make a Sound - Mac, 241, Fiend

Alright, we got Mac, Magic, Fiend

And fa sho we got 2−4-1 up in this bitch

You know what I’m saying?

And if any of you motherfuckers move

Y’all gon get your fuckin heads blown off

Ya heard me?

Alright, nobody move, nobody die

If you thinkin about breathin, then I’ma open fire

Tonight everybody’s gonna die tonight

Mr. Magic, you pat em down

2−4-1 y’all duct tape em

And if anybody move Fiend gon disenegrate em

Startin with you and you, cuz I told y’all not to breathe

Now I want the rest of y’all to watch them motherfuckers bleed

Throw down your rollies, your Gucci’s, your 'Sace's

And your new Jays, and your cellphones

And anything else that cost over a hundred bones

Alright, I’ma pat everybody down

So keep your heads to the floor

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

I’m lookin for the loot, so me and my people can leave

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

I’m bout that drama, ask my mama, she ain’t raise no punk

I’m bout that murder, you motherfuckers better smell my trunk

They call me Magic cuz I’m known for makin my victims disappear

Fear?

Naw nigga that shit ain’t happen round here

Now everybody lay it down

Nobody make a sound

I got fifty fuckin rounds

Lights beamin, we screamin, we gonna get cha

2−4-1 we’re dumpin in the clip with the triggers

We gotta be bad, you better get ready

We’re 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, it’s the way, let us reign

Niggas better know this ain’t no motherfuckin game

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 ain’t got no problem with you, well maybe I do

You got what I want

And either till you give it up, I’ma split ya up

And don’t think that I won’t

Don’t got much time to tell about the murder tale

To each one of y’all

But that last motherfucker that ain’t really wanna give it up

Just be here with y’all

What cha mean that nigga Fiend ain’t got the gall?

My nigga Mac gave the call

Murder, murder, kill, kill, burn up all y’all

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

So we shuttin this bitch down, ya heard me?