Mac 10 Handle

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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
 Starin' at candles, high on drugs
 All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
 Schemin' on you niggaz
 I sit alone in my dirty ass room
 Starin' at candles, high on drugs
 All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
 Schemin' on you niggaz
 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 and 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 music, nah, this reality rap
 I really go through it in interrogation rooms
 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 of my home
 I'm paranoid and it's not the weed
 In my rear view mirror these cars, they follow me
 So I bust rights and lefts, lefts and rights
 Till 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 sit alone in my dirty ass room
 Starin' at candles, high on drugs
 All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
 Schemin' on you niggaz
 I sit alone in my dirty ass room
 Starin' at candles, high on drugs
 All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
 Schemin' on you niggaz
 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
 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 of Jesus, Mary and Joseph
 (Oh my God)
 If that's what it is, nigga I'ma live
 You not playin' me like the neighborhood bitch
 (Ayo, Mary)
 I sit alone in my dirty ass room
 Starin' at candles, high on drugs
 All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
 Schemin' on you niggaz
 I sit alone in my dirty ass room
 Starin' at candles, high on drugs
 All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
 Schemin' on you niggaz
 Yeah, that's right, you know how we do it nigga
 (Uh, huh)
 I sit up all night and plot on your head nigga
 (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 niggaz, Mac 10 handle
 I use to drive a 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
 With an asshole full of money?

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04:04
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171 BPM

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