featuring 2 4 1 Fiend Magic

[2 4 1 talking]

Alright we got Mac Magic Fiend

And fa sho we got 2 4 1 up in this bitch

You know what I'm saying?

And if any of you motherfuckers move

Y'all gon get your fuckin 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 motherfuckers 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 bitch 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 bitches gon bleed

I'm bout that drama, ask my mama, she ain't raise no punk

I'm bout that murder, you motherfuckers better smell my trunk

They call me Magic cuz I'm known for makin my victims disappear

Fear? Naw nigga that shit ain't happen round here

[Chorus - Mac] X 2

Now everybody lay it down

Nobody make a sound

I got fifty fuckin 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 ass like Jason, or either like Freddy

The time has come, the clock has ticked