B.G. - Niggas In Trouble Lyrics
[mac]Yeah, yeah, big mac and the b.g.You cant see meIts like that in 96 yallU.p.t. connectKeepin it realGive em a lil respectWe doin it just like that[mac]Feel the wrath of a solja, the crescent city jesusI pack a tre-deuce, got a army bout the size of babe ruthWe hit emRugged even if its unplugged for thug lifersWe be the niggas leavin slugs in ya crime cipherGot the town locked with underground stockAround clock workers to serve usResponsible for many murdersI left your town with all the gold piecesShoot the sheriff to assure my familys convict releasesPayin witnesses to hold they breath,Non-cooperation is only death, and no this aint a phony tecIm in a limo full of blow niggasBut Im never high cuz a leader gotta be up on his toes niggaA trail of cops is followin we start to swallowin the evidentialsKeep suppliers name confidentialCrooked cops started buckin at usMade a turn to a dead end, but froze cuz the cops had usI grab the tec and started buckin backCuz Id rather take half the force out before they pump a slug in macThe head shot took me underI fell on my back, the last scene is his pale face and badge number[b.g.]Came in the clear, slide it in, ***** it backPlot it out, I put me an extra one inThats eighteen in tha 9, Im ready to dischargeThats eighteen for that ass, tryin to play hardGot the fat bullets, with the dent in the frontThey get sent when you duck when I hear from the bluntNigga dont let me get that first draw, and ima toast yaIma shootcha in the jaw first, then get some moreYou know I bust heads, gotta jack it like a brand new carI got the bulldog sendin niggas to the mallI send death threats, and then I fulfill emTwo hoes think theyll survive trial bein a witness but ima killemMy nine milli is the nigga on side of meHollow points is for devils that wanna follow meTry to swallow me under providence memorial park,Im too smart to be caught, ima snort what I just boughtTake a rideWith the chopper lookin for the robber on the other sideIm so high, and the motto uptown is do or dieLets make it happen, think of an action***** rappin Im cappin, ***** yappin, gimme no dappinPull out the strapin and start bustin,Show me you bout buckin or duckinCuz Im sendin 17 slugs Im a thugAll about sellin drugs, nigga you get pluggedGet out tha way, start the race, its a big paper chaseYou get the taste of the chopper strikin you in the faceGet out the way on tha double, I bust ya bubbleIm behind the trigga, so niggas in trouble[mac]T-shirts and white caprices, my daddy used to call him jonnyI never thought the snake mutha*****as would be behind meThey took a shot nearly blind meEyes rolled like a zombie, my life started seemin timelyI cant believe it, officer friendly, he put a slug in lil mckinleyIll be a memory, but I aint havin itFightin for my life, the people grabbin itJust enough strength to pull the trigga once moreI hit his cabbage and he dropped like the valujetI heard a nigga say he wasnt dead yetThey should have never said thatMy life came back, like some supernatural shitI stood up, and took the bullets they was hittin me withGrab the dead *****ed glock out the holsterPointed at the rest of them and said mutha*****a Im a soljaYou cant kill meThey said well seeI said nigga feel me, and hit em with the nine milli, ya heard me?I took my vest off, and threw it on the pavementYou never see the macs assassination, nigga its like that[b.g.]Get out the way or get caught up in serious gun slanginCuz the shit that Im bringin leave a busta brains hanginCuz I aint half steppin, when I come for the chopI clock, meal, and rob, black connection is the mobThat Im married to, tru to life real niggasYoung niggas comin down wit shit you could feel niggasPeel niggas wig off, soft nigga play hardBut I see through you mutha*****a I pull ya cardRepresentin I war and die for this rap gameIts the only thing I know besides hustlin, so I do my thangDone crossed the line wit niggas I thugged withWe run blood outcha body, nigga we thugs, shitSo give us respect because we comin directTotin tecs in the projects that leave a nigga wetBaby gangsta attacker watch my back for the jackerThen blacka tryin to attack and release the ratta-tattaLeavin lifeless? no, neverI reverse the game in a double, I bubbleTo overflow nigga, niggas in trouble
