Mr. Magic - Nobody Make a Sound lyrics

[2-4-1 talking] Alright, we got Mac, Magic, Fiend And fa sho we got 2-4-1 up in this b**h You know what I'm saying? And if any of you motherf**ers move Y'all gon get your f**in heads blown off Ya heard me? [Mac] 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 motherf**ers 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 [Magic] Alright, I'ma pat everybody down So keep your heads to the floor Whoever in charge of this b**h 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 b**hes gon bleed I'm bout that drama, ask my mama, she ain't raise no punk I'm bout that murder, you motherf**ers better smell my trunk They call me Magic cuz I'm known for makin my victims disappear Fear? Naw n***a that sh** ain't happen round here [Chorus - Mac] X 2 Now everybody lay it down Nobody make a sound I got fifty f**in rounds [2-4-1] 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 a** 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 n***as better know this ain't no motherf**in 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 d**h 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 motherf**er that ain't really wanna give it up Just be here with y'all What cha mean that n***a Fiend ain't got the gall? My n***a Mac gave the call Murder, murder, k**, k**, burn up all y'all [Chorus] X 3 [Mac] I told you b**hes lay it down, everybody made a sound So we shuttin this b**h down, ya heard me?