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PRODIGY lyrics : "Mac 10 Handles"

[Intro: Prodigy]
The best in the business
Yea, it's about that time, ya'heard?

we the best ^!$$%, we back ^!$$%

[Chorus: x2]

I sit alone in my dirty $$# room starrin' at candles
High on drugs - all alone wit my hand on +Mac 10 Handle+
Schemin' on you ^!$$%z


[Prodigy:]
Yo, yo

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, 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 %#@!

Hit me on a song and say - "P pop a lot off %#@!"
Too much of that Gangsta Muzik, nah this reality rap
I really go through it, in interrogation room, I don't crack

^!$$% I don't got none for ya, talk to my lawyer
%#@!, 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 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

[Chorus: x2]


[Prodigy:]
I be alone in my hot $$# 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 ^!$$%z I'ma find you

Eventually it happens like this
At the club with his boys, at the mall with his (*##$
^!$$% 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
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 Jesus, Mary & Joseph

(Oh My God!) If that's what it is, ^!$$% I'ma live
You not playin' me like the neighbourhood (*##$ (Ayo Mary?)


[Chorus]

[Outro: Prodigy {Edwin Starr}]

Yea that's right; you know how we do it ^!$$%, (Uh-huh)
I sit up all night and plot on your head (Oh we comin')
It's not a $#&@in' game (We comin', we comin' ^!$$%)

Oh we comin' ^!$$% 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 (*##$ $$# ^!$$%z
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 ^!$$%

I don't give a $#&@ who you wit, daytime, where the $#&@ we at
You betta stop, drop and roll ^!$$% (Uh-huh)
And it's on and poppin', high on drugs, that's right

Schemin' on you ^!$$%, +Mac 10 Handle+

[Prodigy sample from; The Start Of Your Ending (41st Side)]

{"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 motha$#&@a?"

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