Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: B.G. f MacНазвание : Chopper CityДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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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 [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 [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 | Похожие исполнители: |
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