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Nobody make a sound


by Mac. Buy album CD: Shell Shocked


featuring 2 4 1 Fiend Magic

[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?



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Album: Shell Shocked (1998) Lyrics
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  1. Boss chick
  2. Be all you can be
  3. Soldier party
  4. Murda, Murda, Kill, Kill
  5. Tank dawgz
  6. Tank Dogs
  7. Slow ya roll
  8. We don't love 'em
  9. Wooo
  10. Can I Ball
  11. Money gets
  12. The game
  13. Callin' me
  14. Memories
  15. Meet me at the hotel
  16. Shell Shocked
  17. Paranoid
  18. Nobody make a sound
  19. Beef
  20. Camouflage Love
  21. Empire
  22. My brother
  23. Shell shocked (outro)

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