Nobody Make A Sound lyrics

Artist  : Mac 
Song : Nobody Make A Sound



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[2-4-1 talking]
Alright, we got Mac, Magic, Fiend
And fa sho we got 2-4-1 up in this bit*h
You know what I`m saying? 
And if any of you motherf**kers move
Y`all gon get your f**kin heads blown off
Ya heard me?

[Mac]        
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
motherf**kers 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

[Magic]
Alright, I`ma pat everybody down
So keep your heads to the floor
Whoever in charge of this bit*h 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 bit*hes
gon bleed
I`m bout that drama, ask my mama, she ain`t raise
no punk
I`m bout that murder, you motherf**kers better
smell my trunk
They call me Magic cuz I`m known for makin my
victims disappear
Fear? Naw nigga that sh*t ain`t happen round here

[Chorus - Mac] X 2
Now everybody lay it down
Nobody make a sound
I got fifty f**kin rounds

[2-4-1]
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 as* 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 motherf**kin
game

[Fiend]
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 motherf**ker 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

[Chorus] X 3

[Mac]
I told you bit*hes lay it down, everybody made a
sound
So we shuttin this bit*h down, ya heard me?