Mac 10 Handle (feat. Prodigy)

The Alchemist

Compositor: The Alchemist

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'ma look for 'cause
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 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
Till 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 till 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'ma 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

(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 mothafucka?