Mac Mall Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Don't Move

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.