The Alchemist, Prodigy - Mac 10 Handle lyrics

The best in the business
Yeah, it's about that time, you heard?
We the best, nigga, we back, nigga

I sit alone in my dirty-ass
Room staring at candles high on drugs
All alone wit my hand on the Mac 10 handle
Scheming on you niggas
I sit alone in my dirty-ass
Room staring at candles high on drugs
All alone wit my hand on the Mac 10 handle
Scheming on you niggas

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'mma look for Cuz
Just ride through his hood
When I see that chump
I'mma 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 Muzik
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 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

I sit alone in my dirty-ass room
Staring at candles high on drugs
All alone with my hand on the Mac 10 handle
Scheming on you niggas
I sit alone in my dirty-ass room
Staring at candles high on drugs
All alone with my hand on the Mac 10 handle
Scheming on you niggas

I be alone in my hot-ass room
Smokin' dope loading bullets in
My clip for you
I ain't even wiping my sweat
It's keepin' me cool
I ain't even sweating you
Niggas 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? Psh! 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
Nigga I'mma live you not playin' me like
The neighbourhood bitch (Ayo Mary?)

I sit alone in my dirty-ass room
Staring at candles high on drugs
All alone with my hand on the Mac 10 handle
Scheming on you niggas
I sit alone in my dirty-ass room
Staring at candles high on drugs
All alone with my hand on the Mac 10 handle
Scheming on you niggas

Yea that's right you know how we do it nigga
(Uh, huh)
I sit up all night and plot on your head
(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 niggas
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
Scheming on you, nigga, Mac 10 handle

"Is this is it baby? Have you
Heard of a dude named?"

"Isn't it that stingy mothafucka?"