| You can’t see me It’s like that in 96 y’all
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| U.P.T. |
| connect
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| Keepin’it real
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| Give em a lil respect
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| We doin’it just like that
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| Feel the wrath of a solja, the Crescent City Jesus
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| I pack a tre-deuce, got a army bout the size of Babe Ruth
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| We hit em Rugged even if it’s unplugged for thug lifers
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| We be the niggas leavin’slugs in ya crime cipher
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| Got the town locked with underground stock
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| Around clock workers to serve us Responsible for many murders
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| I left your town with all the gold pieces
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| Shoot the Sheriff to assure my family’s convict releases
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| Payin’witnesses to hold they breath,
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| Non-cooperation is only death, and no this ain’t a phony Tec
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| I’m in a limo full of blow niggas
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| But I’m never high cuz a leader gotta be up on his toes nigga
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| A trail of cops is followin’we start to swallowin’the evidentials
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| Keep supplier’s name confidential
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| 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
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| Cuz I’d rather take half the force out before they pump a slug in Mac
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| The head shot took me under
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| I fell on my back, the last scene is his pale face and badge number
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| Came in the clear, slide it in, cock it back
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| Plot it out, I put me an extra one in That’s eighteen in tha 9, I’m ready to discharge
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| That’s eighteen for that ass, tryin’to play hard
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| Got the fat bullets, with the dent in the front
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| They get sent when you duck when I hear from the blunt
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| Nigga don’t let me get that first draw, and I’ma toast ya
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| I’ma shoot’cha in the jaw first, then get some more
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| You know I bust heads, gotta jack it like a brand new car
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| I got the bulldog sendin’niggas to the mall
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| I send death threats, and then I fulfill em Two hoes think they’ll survive trial bein’a witness but I’ma kill’em
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| 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,
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| I’m too smart to be caught, I’ma snort what I just bought
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| Take a ride
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| With the chopper lookin’for the robber on the other side
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| I’m so high, and the motto Uptown is do or die
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| Let’s make it happen, think of an action
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| Fuck rappin’I’m cappin', fuck yappin', gimme no dappin'
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| Pull out the strapin’and start bustin',
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| Show me you bout buckin’or duckin'
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| Cuz I’m sendin'17 slugs I’m a thug
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| All about sellin’drugs, nigga you get plugged
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| Get out tha way, start the race, it’s a big paper chase
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| You get the taste of the chopper strikin’you in the face
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| Get out the way on tha double, I bust ya bubble
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| I’m behind the trigga, so niggas in trouble
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| T-Shirts and white caprices, my Daddy used to call him Jonny
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| 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
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| I can’t believe it, Officer Friendly, he put a slug in lil’McKinley
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| I’ll be a memory, but I ain’t havin’it
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| Fightin’for my life, the people grabbin’it
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| Just enough strength to pull the trigga once more
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| I hit his cabbage and he dropped like the Valujet
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| I heard a nigga say he wasn’t dead yet
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| They should have never said that
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| My life came back, like some supernatural shit
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| I stood up, and took the bullets they was hittin’me with
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| Grab the dead cocked glock out the holster
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| Pointed at the rest of them and said muthafucka I’m a solja
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| You can’t kill me They said we’ll see
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| I said nigga feel me, and hit em with the nine milli, ya heard me?
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| I took my vest off, and threw it on the pavement
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| You never see the Mac’s assassination, nigga it’s like that
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| Get out the way or get caught up in serious gun slangin'
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| Cuz the shit that I’m bringin’leave a busta brains hangin'
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| Cuz I ain’t half steppin', when I come for the chop
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| I clock, meal, and rob, Black Connection is the mob
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| That I’m married to, TRU to life real niggas
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| Young niggas comin’down wit shit you could feel niggas
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| Peel niggas wig off, soft nigga play hard
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| But I see through you muthafucka I pull ya card
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| Representin’I war and die for this rap game
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| It’s the only thing I know besides hustlin', so I do my thang
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| Done crossed the line wit niggas I thugged with
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| We run blood out’cha body, nigga we thugs, shit
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| So give us respect because we comin’direct
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| Totin’Tecs in the projects that leave a nigga wet
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| Baby Gangsta attacker watch my back for the jacker
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| Then Blacka tryin’to attack and release the ratta-tatta
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| Leavin’lifeless? |
| No, never
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| I reverse the game in a double, I bubble
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| To overflow nigga, niggas in trouble |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Niggas N Trouble , by - B.G.. Song from the album Chopper City, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп