Niggas N Trouble
Title | Niggas N Trouble |
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Artist | B.G. |
Album | Chopper City |
Release Date | 1996-11-23 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro: Mac] Yeah, yeah, big Mac and the B.G. nigga You can't see me It's like that for '96 y'all U.P.T. connect Keepin' it real Give a nigga respect It's like that [Verse 1: Mac] Feel the wrath of a soldier, the Crescent City Jesus I pack a tre-deuce, got a army 'bout the size of Beirut 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 'cause 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 We made a turn to a dead end, but froze 'cause the cops had us I grab the Tec and started buckin' back 'Cause 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 I see is his pale face and his badge number [Verse 2: 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 the nine, 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 hunt when I bend from the blunt Nigga don't let me get that first draw, and I'm up close I'ma shoot'cha in the jaw first, then get some more You know I bust heads, gotta jacket like a London Fog I got the bulldog sendin' niggas to the morgue I send death threats, and then I fulfill 'em Two hoes think they'll survive the 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, 'bout to 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, take it to 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' 'Cause I'm sendin' 17 slugs I'ma thug All about sellin' drugs, nigga you get plugged Get out the way, of the race, it's a big paper chase You get the taste of the choppa strikin' you in the face Get out the way on the double, I bust ya bubble I'm behind the trigga, so niggas in trouble You might also like[Verse 3: 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 My 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 shouldn'ta 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 cop Glock out the holster Pointed at the rest of them and said muthafucka I'm a soldier 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 [Verse 4: B.G.] Get out the way or get caught up in serious gun slangin' 'Cause the shit that I'm bringin' leave a busta brains hangin' 'CauseI 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, true to life real niggas Young niggas comin' down wit shit you could feel nigga Peel niggas wig off, soft nigga play hard But I see through weak, muthafucka I pull ya card Representin' my ward and die for this rap game It's the only thing I know besides hustlin', so I do my thang Don't cross the line of niggas I thugged with We bring blood out'cha body, nigga we plug shit Niggas give us respect because we comin' direct Totin' Tecs through projects that leave a nigga wet Baby Gangsta gat packer, 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 |