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B.G. F/ Mac Miscellaneous Niggas N Trouble [Mac] Yeah, yeah, big Mac and the B.G. You can't see me It's like that in 96 y'all U.P.T. connect Keepin' it real Give em a lil respect We doin' it just like that [Mac] Feel the wrath of a solja, the Crescent City Jesus I pack a tre-deuce, got a army bout the size of Babe Ruth We hit em Rugged even if it's unplugged for thug lifers We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher Got the town locked with underground stock Around clock workers to serve us Responsible for many murders I left your town with all the gold pieces Shoot the Sheriff to assure my family's convict releases Payin' witnesses to hold they breath, Non-cooperation is only death, and no this ain't a phony Tec I'm in a limo full of blow niggas But I'm never high cuz a leader gotta be up on his toes nigga A trail of cops is followin' we start to swallowin' the evidentials Keep supplier's name confidential Crooked cops started buckin' at us Made a turn to a dead end, but froze cuz the cops had us I grab the Tec and started buckin' back Cuz I'd rather take half the force out before they pump a slug in Mac The head shot took me under I fell on my back, the last scene is his pale face and badge number [B.G.] Came in the clear, slide it in, cock it back Plot it out, I put me an extra one in That's eighteen in tha 9, I'm ready to discharge That's eighteen for that ass, tryin' to play hard Got the fat bullets, with the dent in the front They get sent when you duck when I hear from the blunt Nigga don't let me get that first draw, and I'ma toast ya I'ma shoot'cha in the jaw first, then get some more You know I bust heads, gotta jack it like a brand new car I got the bulldog sendin' niggas to the mall I send death threats, and then I fulfill em Two hoes think they'll survive trial bein' a witness but I'ma kill'em My nine milli is the nigga on side of me Hollow points is for devils that wanna follow me Try to swallow me under Providence Memorial Park, I'm too smart to be caught, I'ma snort what I just bought Take a ride With the chopper lookin' for the robber on the other side I'm so high, and the motto Uptown is do or die Let's make it happen, think of an action Fuck rappin' I'm cappin', fuck yappin', gimme no dappin' Pull out the strapin' and start bustin', Show me you bout buckin' or duckin' Cuz I'm sendin' 17 slugs I'm a thug All about sellin' drugs, nigga you get plugged Get out tha way, start the race, it's a big paper chase You get the taste of the chopper strikin' you in the face Get out the way on tha double, I bust ya bubble I'm behind the trigga, so niggas in trouble [Mac] T-Shirts and white caprices, my Daddy used to call him Jonny I never thought the snake muthafuckas would be behind me They took a shot nearly blind me Eyes rolled like a zombie, my life started seemin' timely I can't believe it, Officer Friendly, he put a slug in lil' McKinley I'll be a memory, but I ain't havin' it Fightin' for my life, the people grabbin' it Just enough strength to pull the trigga once more I hit his cabbage and he dropped like the Valujet I heard a nigga say he wasn't dead yet They should have never said that My life came back, like some supernatural shit I stood up, and took the bullets they was hittin' me with Grab the dead cocked glock out the holster Pointed at the rest of them and said muthafucka I'm a solja You can't kill me They said we'll see I said nigga feel me, and hit em with the nine milli, ya heard me? I took my vest off, and threw it on the pavement You never see the Mac's assassination, nigga it's like that [B.G.] Get out the way or get caught up in serious gun slangin' Cuz the shit that I'm bringin' leave a busta brains hangin' Cuz I ain't half steppin', when I come for the chop I clock, meal, and rob, Black Connection is the mob That I'm married to, TRU to life real niggas Young niggas comin' down wit shit you could feel niggas Peel niggas wig off, soft nigga play hard But I see through you muthafucka I pull ya card Representin' I war and die for this rap game It's the only thing I know besides hustlin', so I do my thang Done crossed the line wit niggas I thugged with We run blood out'cha body, nigga we thugs, shit So give us respect because we comin' direct Totin' Tecs in the projects that leave a nigga wet Baby Gangsta attacker watch my back for the jacker Then Blacka tryin' to attack and release the ratta-tatta Leavin' lifeless? No, never I reverse the game in a double, I bubble To overflow nigga, niggas in trouble |
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