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b.g. (baby gangsta) - niggas n trouble lyrics

[intro: mac]
yeah, yeah, big mac and the b.g. n-gg-
you can’t see me
it’s like that for ’96 y’all
u.p.t. connect
keepin’ it real
give a n-gg- 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 beruit
we hit ’em
rugged even if it’s unplugged for thug lifers
we be the n-gg-s 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 -ssure 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 n-gg-s
but i’m never high ’cause a leader gotta be up on his toes n-gg-
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 see is his pale face and his badge number

[verse 2: b.g.]
came in the clear, slide it in, c-ck 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 -ss, 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
n-gg- 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 jack it like a london fog
i got the bulldog sendin’ n-gg-s to the mall
i send death threats, and then i fulfill ’em
two hoes think they’ll survive the trial bein’ a witness but i’ma k!ll ’em
my nine milli’ is the n-gg- 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
f-ck rappin’ i’m cappin’, f-ck 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, n-gg- 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 n-gg-s in trouble

[verse 3: mac]
t-shirts and white caprices, my daddy used to call him jonny
i never thought the snake m-th-f-ckas 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 n-gg- say he wasn’t dead yet
they shouldn’ta have never said that
my life came back, like some supernatural sh-t
i stood up, and took the bullets they was h-ttin’ me with
grab the dead c-cked glock out the holster
pointed at the rest of them and said m-th-f-cka i’m a soldier
you can’t k!ll me
they said we’ll see
i said n-gg- 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 -ss-ssination, n-gg- it’s like that

[verse 4: b.g.]
get out the way or get caught up in serious gun slangin’
’cause the sh-t 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, tru to life real n-gg-s
young n-gg-s comin’ down wit sh-t you could feel n-gg-
peel n-gg-s wig off, soft n-gg- play hard
but i see through you m-th-f-cka 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 with n-gg-s i thugged with
we run blood out’cha body, n-gg- we thugs, sh-t
so give us respect because we comin’ direct
totin’ tecs through projects that leave a n-gg- 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 n-gg-, n-gg-s in trouble

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