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Mac - Paranoid lyrics
featuring Silkk the Shocker [mac SILKK] who the fuck is this? IT'S KINDA PARANOID MAC SHEIT I BE SEEIN' SHIT who that is? THAT AIN'T EVEN THERE [Mac] The shots rang out I went to the closet to get the thang out Heavily armed my intention was to blow the next brain out I had it cocked before I got to the door Who da why da and why the fuck they doin' this for Them niggas spook me I'm either trippin' or they tryna shoot me I close my eyes and let the bullets fly loosely and unloaded The front door exploded The barrel started burning my hand and I couldn't hold it Still I reloaded, and got another round first It seems like these always pre-rehearsed The date in front of me had read 12:30 first Who woulda thought these gunshots were loud fireworks The screams got louder, the crowd got bigger Somebody screamed,"Oh I think he killed that nigga" I dropped the trigger, my heart beat, and my knees got excessively weak Look I can feel this shit, yet I'm still hopen' I sleep I seen his back full of holes and his blood was fresh I could smell death creeping through his inacine flesh I flipped him over, and feeled what I might soon discover Tears fell, oh fuck this was my brother [Chorus--Silkk x2] They got me 'noid, they got me 'noid They got me 'noid, they got me 'noid But I ain't paranoid [Mac] On Clearview, I took a look through the rear-view It was some niggas that my homie fear knew But I wasn't cool with 'em, as matter fact I didn't fool with 'em I speed it up, they either followin' Mac, or they just weadig I took a left, and they follow I told my brother get the hollows, these niggas probably got a problo I'm way across town, some unknown ground Paranoid, me and my dawg, we duckin' through the Southern Falls Spooked out Them niggas 6 deep in the Land Rover Jeep creepin' They fuckin' up my weekend, I started cussin' like a Puerto Rican I'm headed back to the N.O. comin' from B.R. I just done did me a show Them niggas know I probably got the dough so They figure they can just fake me, and dump me off in yo Bitches u crazy I stepped on the gas, but they crept on they ass This shit is happenin' fast My brother blast at the cows through the sun-roof A innocent bird drop But that was just tah let the niggas know we had the glock But they didn't stop I seen the Superdome, I'm almost home I told my brother to give me the cellphone to call my niggas We bein' chased by these upamillas They probably tryna kill us I can't shake 'em, I might just have tah break 'em They told me not tah sweat it, cuz they was retracedid If you 'bout bein' harder than harder Then we got them thangs so sweat it I felt relieved as I turned on Generaltila I saw my niggas pop out a store in a black impilla So I popped to, then I jumped out I opened up the trunk and got the funk out And I told them niggas jump out They opened up the doors slowly, raised they hands They say they follow me cuz they was Mac's number one fans And all they wanted was some autographs, I dropped the gat And started laugh, but why you muthafuckas went tah stop the pad You got a nigga paranoid And I'm slippin', and I'm trippin', and I'm dippin' Fuck [Chorus--Silkk x4 |
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