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