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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 bitch
You know what Im saying?
And if any of you motherfuckers move
Yall gon get your fuckin heads blown off
Ya heard me?
[mac]
Alright, nobody move, nobody die
If you thinkin about breathin, then ima open fire
Tonight everybodys gonna die tonight
Mr. magic, you pat em down
2-4-1 yall duct tape em
And if anybody move fiend gon disenegrate em
Startin with you and you, cuz I told yall not to breathe
Now I want the rest of yall to watch them motherfuckers bleed
Throw down your rollies, your guccis, your saces
And your new jays, and your cellphones
And anything else that cost over a hundred bones
[magic]
Alright, ima pat everybody down
So keep your heads to the floor
Whoever in charge of this bitch better point me to the door
Im lookin for the loot, so me and my people can leave
But any dis-cooperation and one of you bitches gon bleed
Im bout that drama, ask my mama, she aint raise no punk
Im bout that murder, you motherfuckers better smell my trunk
They call me magic cuz Im known for makin my victims disappear
Fear? naw nigga that shit aint 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 were dumpin in the clip with the triggers
We gotta be bad, you better get ready
Were 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, its the way, let us reign
Niggas better know this aint 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 aint got no problem with you, well maybe I do
You got what I want
And either till you give it up, ima split ya up
And dont think that I wont
Dont got much time to tell about the murder tale
To each one of yall
But that last motherfucker that aint really wanna give it up
Just be here with yall
What cha mean that nigga fiend aint got the gall?
My nigga mac gave the call
Murder, murder, kill, kill, burn up all yall
[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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