Lirieke:
Mac Nobody Make A Sound

it down, nobody make a sound I got fifty fuckin' rounds Now everybody lay it down, nobody make a sound I got fifty fuckin' rounds Now everybody lay it down, nobody make a sound

call me Magic cuz I'm known for makin my victims disappear Fear? Naw nigga that shit ain't happen round here [Chorus x2: Mac] Now everybody lay it down Nobody make a sound

phase em all Cause I'm mac like mall But fuck a brawl, I beat a bitch to my hall Country is hell, straight from the land of atl Got a gang of dope, except

started to see stars Too many siren sounds, it seemed like a thousand police cars Barely escaped, must-a been some dumb luck Jumped up and climbed the back of a

a gasolina Now how many bricks does it take to marble out a 36 room estate Follow me, I'm from Philly where they eat cheese steaks in a red belly All a

the track With big money, big nuts and a big fat chronic sack So Daz, step up on they ass And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past Diggidy

shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin Killa easy Fuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em free Roc a Roc a Roc a Roc a Roc a Roc a Roc

triggas back, Huh, Pop that yo, If I gotta, I'm a Pop a nigga Lay a nigga down, I ain't playin, I'll spray a nigga, Lay a nigga down! [x2] [Verse 1:]

a Big Mac Beefin' with us? We're leavin' you face down Stompin' bitch rappers like I'm straight outta A-Town Runnin' the playground like it was a track