Mac 10 Handle (Mixed)

[Chorus: Prodigy] I sit alone in my dirty-ass room staring at candles High on drugs All alone wit my hand on the Mac 10 handle Schemin' on you niggas I sit alone in my dirty-ass room staring at candles High on drugs (Yeah) All alone wit my hand on the Mac 10 handle (Yo, yo) Scheming on you niggas [Verse 1] 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 shit Hit me on a song and say, "P pop a lot of 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 undеr surveillance That On Star on your car track evеrywhere 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