Alright, we got Mac, Magic, Fiend
And fa sho we got 2-4-1 up in this *****
You know what I'm sayin'?
And if any of you mother***kers move
Y'all gon get your ***kin' heads blown off
Ya heard me?

Alright, nobody move, nobody die
If you thinkin' about breathin'
Then I'ma open fire tonight
Everybody's gonna die tonight

Mr. Magic, you pat 'em down, 2-4-1 y'all duct tape 'em
And if anybody move Fiend gon disenegrate 'em
Startin' with you and you 'cuz I told y'all not to breathe
Now I want the rest of y'all to watch them mother***kers bleed

Throw down your rollies
Your Gucci's, your 'Sace's
And your new Jays and your cellphones
And anything else that cost over a hundred bones

Alright, I'ma pat everybody down, so keep your heads to the floor
Whoever in charge of this ***** better point me to the door
I'm lookin' for the loot, so me and my people can leave
But any dis-cooperation and one of you *****es gon bleed

I'm 'bout that drama, ask my mama, she ain't raise no punk
I'm 'bout that murder, you mother***kers better smell my trunk
They call me Magic 'cuz I'm known for makin' my victims disappear
Fear? Naw ***** that **** ain't happen 'round here

Now everybody lay it down, nobody make a sound
I got fifty ***kin' rounds
Now everybody lay it down, nobody make a sound
I got fifty ***kin' rounds

Lights beamin', we screamin', we gonna get cha
2-4-1 we're dumpin' in the clip with the triggers
We gotta be bad, you better get ready
We're gonna do your *** like Jason or either like Freddy

The time has come, the clock has ticked
Man hold up, this is your last trick
Off the hook, it's the way, let us reign
*****s better know this ain't no mother***kin' game

Now what I got to get it done?
The M-1, I borrowed from Big Ed
My chopper got a spittin' tongue
And when it hums, it speaks ya to death

I ain't got no problem with you, well maybe I do
You got what I want
And either till you give it up, I'ma split ya up
And don't think that I won't

Don't got much time to tell about the murder tale
To each one of y'all
But that last mother***ker that ain't really wanna give it up
Just be here with y'all

What cha mean that *****
Fiend ain't got the gall?
My ***** Mac gave the call
Murder, murder, kill, kill, burn up all y'all

Now everybody lay it down, nobody make a sound
I got fifty ***kin' rounds
Now everybody lay it down, nobody make a sound
I got fifty ***kin' rounds

Now everybody lay it down, nobody make a sound
I got fifty ***kin' rounds
I told you *****es lay it down, everybody made a sound
So we shuttin' this ***** down, ya heard me?