Mechanic - The Alchemist, 50 Cent

Niggas trying to front?

We move on them

One up 'side the waist, squeeze the Ruge on them

Next day we outside like who want it?

Niggas think something is sweet until we move on them

Yeah, niggas want to front?

We move on them

Go through that block they pump, wave that Uzi at them

Next day we in the hoopties looking for them

Niggas think something is sweet until we move on them

I’m the Mechanic

I use the hammer to fix shit

I be on that sick shit

I come through to spit clips

(Called the mechanic

Niggas on that snitch shit

Talking that slick shit)

I know how to fix this

With a hard head;

a nigga head open, he soft

I provide these services, we breaking them off

I’m a familiar face from the land of the lost

I used to be a worker bee, now a nigga a boss

It’s like every now and then I’m back to being a Mechanic

I split a nigga head, I’m a grease monkey with it

My Momma told me «Baby Boy, the Lord going to bless us»

The dope bought us shit the food stamps couldn’t get us

Man, they don’t understand, we were just trying to make it

But where I’m from if you want shit, you got to take it

I’m a Trojan of War, I get it done like Achilles

My Tre pound will cut a nigga down on the str-id-eets (streets)

I never had drama with Spics, Jews, or Guineas

But once over a bitch a nigga tried to kill me

I was coming out his projects, I let off the semi

You asking about Nedgme, they know me

I’m the Mechanic

I use the hammer to fix shit

I be on that sick shit

I come through to spit clips

(Called the mechanic

Niggas on that snitch shit

Talking that slick shit)

I know how to fix this

We don’t play that pussy shit.

We move on them

We put that work in. Nigga, we move on them

Shorty, I know you ain’t scared.

We move on them

Here, the hammer right here.

Now move on them

Niggas is loose, I grab the cig and tighten niggas up

I lost my path in the dark, I’m lighting niggas up

I’m the school yard with your kid playing dodge ball

Then out come the hammer, can shorty dodge those?

I got a few screws missing, maybe even a bolt

A few shooters with me, down to go for the fall

I say «Get'em!»

they get to killing like I’m running the court

Then get down with these around.

The hulks in your throat

This is not amateur night and this ain’t the Apollo

Ain’t nothing saying the sun is coming out tomorrow

Your arm is broke and the promise of Death is coming

So if you want for me that homicide, I’m gunning

I’m the Mechanic

I use the hammer to fix shit

I be on that sick shit

I come through to spit clips

(Called the mechanic

Niggas on that snitch shit

Talking that slick shit)

I know how to fix this

Money buys guns, paranoia comes

When the drama comes, go ahead pussy run

Friends turned foes, Daddy girl’s turn hoes

In the penitentiary hearts turn cold

Some turn snitch for State’s evidence

While the big boys with the blow keep getting rich

When the drama comes they way they don’t fucking panic

They hop on the phone quick to holler at mechanics

I’m the Mechanic

I use the hammer to fix shit

I be on that sick shit

I come through to spit clips

(Called the mechanic

Niggas on that snitch shit

Talking that slick shit)

I know how to fix this

I’m the Mechanic