Nobody Make A Sound Lyrics by Mac

Nobody Make A Sound

[2-4-1 talking]
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?

[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 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

[magic]
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

[chorus - mac] x 2
Now everybody lay it down
Nobody make a sound
I got fifty fuckin 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 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

[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 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

[chorus] x 3

[mac]
I told you bitches lay it down, everybody made a sound
So we shuttin this bitch down, ya heard me?