Niggas In Trouble Lyrics by B.G.
[mac]
Yeah, yeah, big mac and the b.g.
You cant see me
Its like that in 96 yall
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 its 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 familys convict releases
Payin witnesses to hold they breath,
Non-cooperation is only death, and no this aint a phony tec
Im in a limo full of blow niggas
But Im 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 suppliers 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 Id 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
Thats eighteen in tha 9, Im ready to discharge
Thats 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 dont let me get that first draw, and ima toast ya
Ima shootcha in the jaw first, then get some
Yeah, yeah, big mac and the b.g.
You cant see me
Its like that in 96 yall
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 its 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 familys convict releases
Payin witnesses to hold they breath,
Non-cooperation is only death, and no this aint a phony tec
Im in a limo full of blow niggas
But Im 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 suppliers 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 Id 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
Thats eighteen in tha 9, Im ready to discharge
Thats 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 dont let me get that first draw, and ima toast ya
Ima shootcha in the jaw first, then get some