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the prodigy - mac 10 handle lyrics

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the best in the business
yea, it’s about that time, ya heard?
we the best n-gga, we back n-gga

i sit alone in my dirty -ss room
starin’ at candles, high on drugs
all alone wit my hand on mac 10 handle
schemin’ on you n-ggas

i sit alone in my dirty -ss room
starin’ at candles, high on drugs
all alone wit my hand on mac 10 handle
schemin’ on you n-ggas

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 sh-t
hit me on a song and say, p pop a lot off sh-t

too much of that gangsta music, nah, this reality rap
i really go through it in interrogation rooms
i don’t crack, n-gga, i don’t got none for ya
talk to my lawyer, sh-t

nowadays is hard to k!ll
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 -ss room
starin’ at candles, high on drugs
all alone wit my hand on mac 10 handle
schemin’ on you n-ggas

i sit alone in my dirty -ss room
starin’ at candles, high on drugs
all alone wit my hand on mac 10 handle
schemin’ on you n-ggas

i be alone in my hot -ss 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 n-ggas, i’ma find you

eventually it happens like this
at the club with his boys, at the mall with his b-tch
n-gga 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, n-gga i’ma live
you not playin’ me like the neighborhood b-tch
(ayo, mary)

i sit alone in my dirty -ss room
starin’ at candles, high on drugs
all alone wit my hand on mac 10 handle
schemin’ on you n-ggas

i sit alone in my dirty -ss room
starin’ at candles, high on drugs
all alone wit my hand on mac 10 handle
schemin’ on you n-ggas

yeah, that’s right, you know how we do it n-gga
(uh, huh)
i sit up all night and plot on your head n-gga
(oh, we comin’)

it’s not a f-ckin’ game
(we comin’, we comin’, n-gga)
oh, we comin’ n-gga 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 b-tch -ss n-ggas
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 n-gga
i don’t give a f-ck who you wit, daytime, where the f-ck we at

you betta stop, drop and roll n-gga
(uh, huh)
and it’s on and poppin’, high on drugs, that’s right
schemin’ on you n-ggas, 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 mothaf-cka
with an -ssh0l- full of money?

- the prodigy lyrics

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