Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Niggas N Trouble, artist - B.G.. Album song Chopper City, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.11.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Niggas N Trouble |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| It’s the only thing I know besides hustlin', so I do my thang |
| Done crossed the line wit niggas I thugged with |
| We run blood out’cha body, nigga we thugs, shit |
| So give us respect because we comin’direct |
| Totin’Tecs in the projects that leave a nigga wet |
| Baby Gangsta attacker 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 nigga, niggas in trouble |