Mac 10 Handles

(album: Return Of The Mac - 2007)

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 starring at candles
High on drugs all alone with my hand on "Mac 10 Handle"
Scheming on you niggaz

I sit alone in my dirty ass room starring at candles
High on drugs all alone with my hand on "Mac 10 Handle"
Scheming on you niggaz

Yo, yo
By myself in my four corner room watching "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 Cause
Just ride through his hood, 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 Muzik, nah this reality rap
I really go through it, in interrogation room, 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 tapping my cell phone
They wanna sneak and peak inside my home
I'm paranoid and it's not the weed
In my rear view mirror each car they follow me
So I bust rights and lefts, lefts and rights
'Til 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 starring at candles
High on drugs all alone with my hand on "Mac 10 Handle"
Scheming on you niggaz

I sit alone in my dirty ass room starring at candles
High on drugs all alone with my hand on "Mac 10 Handle"
Scheming on you niggaz

I be alone in my hot ass room
Smoking dope loading bullets in my clip for you
I ain't even wiping my sweat, it's keeping me cool
I ain't even sweating 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? PSS! HA!
Death comes to those who wind me up
And you could beg me to stop, but I just keep
Putting 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 gunning right in front Jesus, Mary & Joseph
(Oh My God!) If that's what it is, nigga I'ma live
You not playing me like the neighbourhood bitch (Ayo Mary?)

I sit alone in my dirty ass room starring at candles
High on drugs all alone with my hand on "Mac 10 Handle"
Scheming on you niggaz

I sit alone in my dirty ass room starring at candles
High on drugs all alone with my hand on "Mac 10 Handle"
Scheming on you niggaz

[Prodigy:]
Yea that's right; you know how we do it nigga, (Uh-huh)
I sit up all night and plot on your head (Oh we comin')
It's not a fucking game (We coming, we coming nigga)
Oh we coming nigga believe that
[Edwin Starr:] If he should happen to write your name down
[Prodigy:]
We running around getting this money on tour
You'know'what'I'm'sayin'?
[Edwin Starr:] Should he speak out
[Prodigy:]
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 something, I come popping for you nigga
I don't give a fuck who you with, daytime, where the fuck we at
You betta stop, drop and roll nigga (Uh-huh)
And it's on and popping, high on drugs, that's right
Scheming on you nigga, "Mac 10 Handle"

[Samples:]
"I use to drive 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? "