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B.G.

Niggas ''N'' Trouble

 

Niggas ''N'' Trouble

(album: Chopper City - 1996)


[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
Keeping it real
Give em a lil respect
We doing 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 leaving 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
Paying 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 following we start to swallowing the evidentials
Keep supplier's name confidential
Crooked cops started bucking at us
Made a turn to a dead end, but froze cuz the cops had us
I grab the Tec and started bucking 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, trying 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 sending niggas to the mall
I send death threats, and then I fulfill em
Two hoes think they'll survive trial being 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 looking 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 rapping I'm capping, fuck yapping, gimme no dapping
Pull out the straping and start busting,
Show me you bout bucking or ducking
Cuz I'm sending 17 slugs I'm a thug
All about selling 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 striking 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 seeming timely
I can't believe it, Officer Friendly, he put a slug in lil' McKinley
I'll be a memory, but I ain't having it
Fighting for my life, the people grabbing 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 hitting 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 slanging
Cuz the shit that I'm bringing leave a busta brains hanging
Cuz I ain't half stepping, 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 coming 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
Representing I war and die for this rap game
It's the only thing I know besides hustling, 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 coming direct
Toting Tecs in the projects that leave a nigga wet
Baby Gangsta attacker watch my back for the jacker
Then Blacka trying to attack and release the ratta-tatta
Leaving lifeless? No, never
I reverse the game in a double, I bubble
To overflow nigga, niggas in trouble

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