Mac 10 Handle

And it's on and poppin', high on drugs, that's right

I sit alone in my dirty ass room

All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Too much of that gangsta music, nah, this reality rap
Coulda, shoulda, woulda shot back, you too hasty
(Son wake up)
You know what I'm sayin'? I might just put some work in
Then I circle my block to make sure it's smooth
But um, this weekend I got some time

Schemin' on you niggaz
Starin' at candles, high on drugs
Schemin' on you niggaz

Isn't it that stingy mothafucka
Till I stop seeing those Impala headlights
Death comes to those who wind me up
They got eyes in the sky, we under surveillance
(Oh my God)
I don't give a fuck who you wit, daytime, where the fuck we at
(Uh, huh)
Starin' at candles, high on drugs

All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle

I feel like I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
Be careful where you pull that trigger, they got you on film
It's not a fuckin' game
I really ain't got time for you bitch ass niggaz

Starin' at candles, high on drugs
Just ride through his hood and when I see that chump
(Oh, we comin')
We the best nigga, we back nigga
You not playin' me like the neighborhood bitch
At the club with his boys, at the mall with his bitch
Talk to my lawyer, shit
Starin' at candles, high on drugs
(Uh, huh)

And you could beg me to stop but I just keep

Starin' at candles, high on drugs
Hit me on a song and say, P pop a lot off shit
(Ayo, Mary)
Nowadays is hard to kill
I ain't even wipin' my sweat, it's keepin' me cool
Like a baby
Smokin' dope, loadin' bullets in my clip for you

I sit alone in my dirty ass room
(Should he speak out)

All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Oh, we comin' nigga believe that
I sit alone in my dirty ass room
It's like they forgot or somethin', I come poppin' for you nigga
(We comin', we comin', nigga)
I'm so impulsive, I start gunnin' right in front of Jesus, Mary and Joseph
I'm paranoid and it's not the weed
I really go through it in interrogation rooms
They wanna sneak and peak inside of my home

All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
(Yo, it's the P)
I use to drive a AC and kept a Mac in the engine

Before I go upstairs to my four corner room

Eventually it happens like this
I sit alone in my dirty ass room
In my rear view mirror these cars, they follow me
Yeah, that's right, you know how we do it nigga

By myself in my four corner room watchin' Hard Boiled
Schemin' on you niggaz, Mac 10 handle
(Yea we could fit 'em in, put 'em in the schedule)
Have you heard of a dude named?
Schemin' on you niggaz
I'ma look for Cuz
Nigga think it's gon' be a fight
I be alone in my hot ass room
Puttin' pressure on the trigger 'til you fast asleep
(If he should happen to write your name down)
I sit alone in my dirty ass room
I'ma jump out the truck and dump my gun
My bullet proof on run, flats late at the night

I sit up all night and plot on your head nigga

I sit alone in my dirty ass room
That on star on your car track everywhere you've been
So I bust rights and lefts, lefts and rights
We runnin' around gettin' this money on tour
Schemin' on you niggaz
Schemin' on you niggaz
Is this is it, baby?
Starin' at candles, high on drugs
Gotta watch what I say, they tappin' my cell phone
If that's what it is, nigga I'ma live
You ain't neva been do it so you scared of that kinda shit
All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle

I don't crack, nigga, I don't got none for ya
Schemin' on you niggaz
You betta stop, drop and roll nigga

All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
I ain't even sweatin' you niggaz, I'ma find you
You know what I'm sayin'?
Ain't no maybe