Mac 10 Handle Lyrics - Prodigy

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 

Starin' at candles, high on drugs 

All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle 

Schemin' on you niggaz 

I sit alone in my dirty ass room 

Starin' at candles, high on drugs 

All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle 

Schemin' on you niggaz 

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 

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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 shit 

Hit me on a song and say, P pop a lot off shit 

Too much of that gangsta music, nah, this reality rap 

I really go through it in interrogation rooms 

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 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 

Photos 

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 ass room 

Starin' at candles, high on drugs 

All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle 

Schemin' on you niggaz 

I sit alone in my dirty ass room 

Starin' at candles, high on drugs 

All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle 

Schemin' on you niggaz 

I be alone in my hot ass 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 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 

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, nigga I'ma live 

You not playin' me like the neighborhood bitch 

(Ayo, Mary) 

I sit alone in my dirty ass room 

Starin' at candles, high on drugs 

All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle 

Schemin' on you niggaz 

I sit alone in my dirty ass room 

Starin' at candles, high on drugs 

All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle 

Schemin' on you niggaz 

Yeah, that's right, you know how we do it nigga 

(Uh, huh) 

I sit up all night and plot on your head nigga 

(Oh, we comin') 

It's not a fuckin' game 

(We comin', we comin', nigga) 

Oh, we comin' nigga 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 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 somethin', I come poppin' for you nigga 

I don't give a fuck who you wit, daytime, where the fuck we at 

You betta stop, drop and roll nigga 

(Uh, huh) 

And it's on and poppin', high on drugs, that's right 

Schemin' on you niggaz, 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 mothafucka 

With an asshole full of money?