PRODIGY - Mac 10 Handles lyrics

rate me

The best in the business

Yea, it's about that time, ya'heard?

we the best nigga, we back nigga

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

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

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?)

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+

{"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?"