Mac Mall - Don't Move lyrics

*(JT)* Figga-nometry *(Mac Mall)* Yea, yea, yea, yea It's yo folks Mac Mall ??? Always keep my sh** mayne. Ya know?! We through here Yea, yea! Where it's at n***a? Verse 1 *(Mac Mall)* I'm a cut throat n***a 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 n***as 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 p**y posse ain't gon' appear Like if I hopped out, told ya to run yo sh** playa We both know that the moss will leave yo a** dead I run the hood like a jungle King of the beast Head hunters after me, I make 'em all bleed f** 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 sh** I start to mobbin in this b*tch! MUTHA fu*kA! Chorus *(Mac Mall)* You know I want it n***a I know you got it n***a When you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it n***a You know I want it n***a I know you got it n***a When you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it n***a Don't flinch Don't Move Don't break My bottle will make ya body shake s**a 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 n***as provoke n***as An dumb n***as gon' go there But oh well It's all official, comin to get ya n***as wit dope sells An if you wonder we gon' split ya n***as 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 n***a Chorus *(JT Tha Bigga Figga)* 2x You know I want it n***a I know you got it n***a When you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it n***a You know I want it n***a I know you got it n***a When you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it n***a Don't flinch Don't Move Don't break My bottle will make ya body shake s**a 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 n***a JT Tha Bigga Figga an Mac Mall puttin it down, sewin up this independent Bay Area n***a Takin it world wide Ya understand me boi?! Uh Yea, yea, yea! *(Chorus)* You know I want it n***a I know you got it n***a When you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it n***a You know I want it n***a I know you got it n***a When you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it n***a Don't flinch Don't Move Don't break My bottle will make ya body shake s**a Don't flinch Don't Move Don't break Or today is gon' be your last day