Niggas In Trouble Lyrics - B.g.

[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 

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[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 

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[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