Yeah, yeah, big Mac and the B.G. You see me It's like that in 96 U.P.T. Keepin' it Give em a lil We doin' it just that
Feel the wrath of a solja, the City Jesus I pack a tre-deuce, got a army bout the size of Ruth We hit em Rugged even if it's unplugged for lifers We be the leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher Got the town with underground stock Around clock workers to us Responsible for many I left your with all the gold pieces Shoot the Sheriff to assure my family's convict Payin' witnesses to hold breath, is only death, and no this ain't a phony Tec I'm in a limo full of blow But I'm never high 'cause a leader gotta be up on his nigga A of cops is followin' we start to swallowin' the evidentials supplier's name confidential Crooked cops buckin' at us Made a turn to a dead end, but froze 'cause the had us I grab the Tec and started buckin' 'cause I'd rather take half the out before they pump a slug in Mac The head shot took me I on my back, the last scene is his pale face and badge number
[B.G.] in the clear, slide it in, cock it back Plot it out, I put me an one in eighteen in tha 9, I'm ready to discharge That's eighteen for that ass, tryin' to hard Got the fat bullets, with the in the front They get when you duck when I hear from the blunt Nigga don't let me get that draw, and I'ma toast ya shoot'cha in the jaw first, then get some more You know I bust heads, gotta jack it like a new car I got the bulldog sendin' to the mall I death threats, and then I fulfill em Two hoes think they'll trial bein' a witness but I'ma kill'em My nine is the nigga on side of me Hollow points is for that wanna follow me Try to me under Providence Memorial Park, I'm too smart to be caught, I'ma what I just bought Take a With the chopper lookin' for the robber on the side I'm so high, and the motto is do or die Let's it happen, think of an action rappin' I'm cappin', fuck yappin', gimme no dappin' Pull out the and start bustin', me you bout buckin' or duckin' 'cause I'm 17 slugs I'm a thug All about sellin' drugs, you get plugged Get out tha way, the race, it's a big paper chase You get the taste of the strikin' you in the face Get out the way on tha double, I ya bubble I'm behind the trigga, so in trouble
T-Shirts and white caprices, my used to call him Jonny I thought the snake muthafuckas would be behind me They took a shot nearly me Eyes rolled like a zombie, my life seemin' timely I can't believe it, Officer Friendly, he put a slug in McKinley be a memory, but I ain't havin' it Fightin' for my life, the people it Just strength to pull the trigga once more I hit his and he dropped like the Valujet I heard a nigga say he wasn't yet They should have never that My life came back, like some shit I up, and took the bullets they was hittin' me with Grab the dead glock out the holster Pointed at the rest of and said muthafucka I'm a solja You kill me They we'll see I said feel me, and hit em with the nine milli, ya heard me? I took my vest off, and it on the pavement You see the Mac's assassination, nigga it's like that
[B.G.] Get out the way or get up in serious gun slangin' 'cause the shit that I'm bringin' a busta brains hangin' 'cause I ain't half steppin', when I for the chop I clock, meal, and rob, Black is the mob That I'm married to, TRU to life real Young comin' down wit shit you could feel niggas Peel niggas wig off, soft nigga hard But I see you muthafucka I pull ya card Representin' I war and die for this rap It's the thing I know besides hustlin', so I do my thang Done crossed the line wit I thugged with We run blood body, nigga we thugs, shit So give us because we comin' direct Totin' Tecs in the projects leave a nigga wet Baby attacker watch my back for the jacker Then Blacka to attack and release the ratta-tatta Leavin' No, never I reverse the game in a double, I To nigga, niggas in trouble