Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nobody Make a Sound, artist - Mac. Date of issue: 20.07.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nobody Make a Sound |
| 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? |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Now everybody lay it down |
| Nobody make a sound |
| I got fifty fuckin rounds |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| I told you bitches lay it down, everybody made a sound |
| So we shuttin this bitch down, ya heard me? |