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Chopper City

Исполнитель: B.G. f Mac

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[Mac]<br>Yeah, yeah, big Mac and the B.G.<br>You can`t see me<br>It`s like that in 96 y`all<br>U.P.T. connect<br>Keepin` it real<br>Give em a lil respect<br>We doin` it just like that<br><br>[Mac]<br>Feel the wrath of a solja, the Crescent City Jesus<br>I pack a tre-deuce, got a army bout the size of Babe Ruth<br>We hit em<br>Rugged even if it`s unplugged for thug lifers<br>We be the niggas leavin` slugs in ya crime cipher<br>Got the town locked with underground stock<br>Around clock workers to serve us<br>Responsible for many murders<br>I left your town with all the gold pieces<br>Shoot the Sheriff to assure my family`s convict releases<br>Payin` witnesses to hold they breath,<br>Non-cooperation is only death, and no this ain`t a phony Tec<br>I`m in a limo full of blow niggas<br>But I`m never high cuz a leader gotta be up on his toes nigga<br>A trail of cops is followin` we start to swallowin` the evidentials<br>Keep supplier`s name confidential<br>Crooked cops started buckin` at us<br>Made a turn to a dead end, but froze cuz the cops had us<br>I grab the Tec and started buckin` back<br>Cuz I`d rather take half the force out before they pump a slug in Mac<br>The head shot took me under<br>I fell on my back, the last scene is his pale face and badge number<br><br>[B.G.]<br>Came in the clear, slide it in, cock it back<br>Plot it out, I put me an extra one in<br>That`s eighteen in tha 9, I`m ready to discharge<br>That`s eighteen for that ass, tryin` to play hard<br>Got the fat bullets, with the dent in the front<br>They get sent when you duck when I hear from the blunt<br>Nigga don`t let me get that first draw, and I`ma toast ya<br>I`ma shoot`cha in the jaw first, then get some more<br>You know I bust heads, gotta jack it like a brand new car<br>I got the bulldog sendin` niggas to the mall<br>I send death threats, and then I fulfill em<br>Two hoes think they`ll survive trial bein` a witness but I`ma kill`em<br>My nine milli is the nigga on side of me<br>Hollow points is for devils that wanna follow me<br>Try to swallow me under Providence Memorial Park,<br>I`m too smart to be caught, I`ma snort what I just bought<br>Take a ride<br>With the chopper lookin` for the robber on the other side<br>I`m so high, and the motto Uptown is do or die<br>Let`s make it happen, think of an action<br>Fuck rappin` I`m cappin`, fuck yappin`, gimme no dappin`<br>Pull out the strapin` and start bustin`,<br>Show me you bout buckin` or duckin`<br>Cuz I`m sendin` 17 slugs I`m a thug<br>All about sellin` drugs, nigga you get plugged<br>Get out tha way, start the race, it`s a big paper chase<br>You get the taste of the chopper strikin` you in the face<br>Get out the way on tha double, I bust ya bubble<br>I`m behind the trigga, so niggas in trouble<br><br>[Mac]<br>T-Shirts and white caprices, my Daddy used to call him Jonny<br>I never thought the snake muthafuckas would be behind me<br>They took a shot nearly blind me<br>Eyes rolled like a zombie, my life started seemin` timely<br>I can`t believe it, Officer Friendly, he put a slug in lil` McKinley<br>I`ll be a memory, but I ain`t havin` it<br>Fightin` for my life, the people grabbin` it<br>Just enough strength to pull the trigga once more<br>I hit his cabbage and he dropped like the Valujet<br>I heard a nigga say he wasn`t dead yet<br>They should have never said that<br>My life came back, like some supernatural shit<br>I stood up, and took the bullets they was hittin` me with<br>Grab the dead cocked glock out the holster<br>Pointed at the rest of them and said muthafucka I`m a solja<br>You can`t kill me<br>They said we`ll see<br>I said nigga feel me, and hit em with the nine milli, ya heard me?<br>I took my vest off, and threw it on the pavement<br>You never see the Mac`s assassination, nigga it`s like that<br><br>[B.G.]<br>Get out the way or get caught up in serious gun slangin`<br>Cuz the shit that I`m bringin` leave a busta brains hangin`<br>Cuz I ain`t half steppin`, when I come for the chop<br>I clock, meal, and rob, Black Connection is the mob<br>That I`m married to, TRU to life real niggas<br>Young niggas comin` down wit shit you could feel niggas<br>Peel niggas wig off, soft nigga play hard<br>But I see through you muthafucka I pull ya card<br>Representin` I war and die for this rap game

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