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Mac Mall - Don't Move lyrics
featuring JT Tha Bigga Figga *(JT)* Figga nometry. *(Mac Mall)* Yea yea yea yea. It's yo folks Mac Mall ??? Always keep my shit mayne. Ya know?! We through here. Yea yea! Where it's at nigga? Verse 1 *(Mac Mall)* I'm a cut throat nigga I told her gone off that Nitro go mani on yo block makin ??? sleep wit the lights on Mr. Vicious down to do wrong wit a pack of savage niggas that'll come an get ya outta ya jones damn them squares ain't safe got him for the briefcase a big face and I was bare faced I know ya hate the taste of my name in yo mouth you know what I'm bout quick to test yo d-boy clout an leave ya laid out busta I never liked ya keep a thousand yards stiff when I'm mashin by, ya pussy posse ain't gon' appear like if I hopped out, told ya to run yo shit playa we both know that the moss will leave yo ass dead I run the hood like a jungle king of the beast head hunters after me, I make 'em all bleed fuck the rollas man, they betta not run up on my plot cuz I won't dump until I drop my semi on cops blowin my top lettin loose like a nut should all the stoppers bag me up that's how ya bring the funk so when ya see me comin, folks ya betta watch ya shit I start to mobbin in this BITCH! MUTHA FUCKA! Chorus *(Mac Mall)* You know I want it nigga I know you got it nigga when you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it nigga. You know I want it nigga I know you got it nigga when you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it nigga. Don't flinch. Don't Move. Don't break. My bottle will make ya body shake sucka. Don't flinch. Don't Move. Don't break. Or today is gon' be your last day. (Wha?) (Wha?) (Wha?) Verse 2 *(JT Tha Bigga Figga)* As I rumble through the clothes in yo dresser hopin I catch ya wit a bundle of bread cut him up an get him for his vest an his pistol an his sacks stuff my pockets out the back an I'm off to the track 4-5 an a vest an I'm all in black an i got me a gat cuz you know an I know that war field that broke niggas provoke niggas an dumb niggas gon' go there but oh well it's all official, comin to get ya niggas wit dope sells an if you wonder we gon' split ya niggas wit mo mail this Cali livin' ain't no jokin paper chasin on my hustle to the day I go broke satisfied wit my riches never that I keep it goin wit my cut him all in the back of a bucket we blowin test the nuts of these ridas man it's on, on sight got my pistol in my pocket an I'm ready to strike we foldin 'em up like blankets tuck 'em away like Ben Franklin's on a day-to-day basis, different places an leave 'em stankin. Don't Move nigga. Chorus *(JT Tha Bigga Figga)* 2x You know I want it nigga I know you got it nigga when you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it nigga. You know I want it nigga I know you got it nigga when you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it nigga. Don't flinch. Don't Move. Don't break. My bottle will make ya body shake sucka. Don't flinch. Don't Move. Don't break. Or today is gon' be your last day. *(JT talking)* Figga-nometry! The young Mac Meez. 5-Tre-5, GLP, ya understand me? Get Low, Young Black Brotha (YBB) colabortation. 9-9. Doin' it live. Movie and soundtrack beware of those nigga. JT Tha Bigga Figga an Mac Mall puttin it down, sewin up this independent Bay Area nigga. Takin it world wide. Ya understand me boi?! Uh. Yea, yea, yea! *(Chorus)* You know I want it nigga I know you got it nigga when you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it nigga. You know I want it nigga I know you got it nigga when you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it nigga. Don't flinch. Don't Move. Don't break. My bottle will make ya body shake sucka. Don't flinch. Don't Move. Don't break. Or today is gon' be your last day |
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