Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cops and Robbers, artist - Mac. Date of issue: 08.06.2016
Song language: English
Cops and Robbers |
| Yeah, spinning been on these niggas |
| It’s World War |
| Yeah, I send this out to my nigga |
| Wherever you are |
| We still ain’t nothin but some niggas in trouble, ya heard me? |
| Feel it, uh, yeah |
| It’s World War nigga |
| It’s like a deadly game |
| And me and my niggas in it to win it, ya heard me? |
| World War nigga |
| Check it |
| Feel the wrath of a soulja, the Crescent City Jesus |
| I pack a tre deuce, got a army bout the size of Babe Ruth |
| To hit em, rugged even if it’s unplugged for thug lifers |
| We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher |
| We got the town locked |
| With underground stock around clock workers to serve us |
| Responsible for many murders |
| We left your town with all the gold pieces |
| Shoot the Sheriff to assure my family’s convict releases |
| Pay the 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 cause 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 |
| The crooked cops started buckin' at us |
| I 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 |
| It’s like a deadly game of cops and robbers |
| The niggas who unload first be the survivors |
| The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety |
| I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers |
| It’s like a deadly game of cops and robbers |
| The niggas who unload first be the survivors |
| The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety |
| I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers |
| T-Shirts and white caprices, my Daddy used to call him Johnny |
| I never thought them snake muthafuckas would be behind me |
| They took a shot nearly blind me |
| My 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, shit I ain’t havin' it |
| Fightin' for my life, the reapers grabbin' it |
| Just enough strength to pull the trigga once more |
| I hit his cabbage and he dropped like the Value Jet |
| 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 muthafuckers I’m a soulja |
| 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 |
| You motherfuckers |
| And that’s how it is in 99 |
| It’s just World War against these motherfucking cops |
| Feel it |
| It’s like a deadly game of cops and robbers |
| The niggas who unload first be the survivors |
| The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety |
| I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers |
| It’s like a deadly game of cops and robbers |
| The niggas who unload first be the survivors |
| The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety |
| I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers |
| It’s the year twenty hundred, the devil’s still running |
| Money is done with, we only sold get your gun shit |
| You either ballin or you starvin, tombstones in the mystic coffin |
| On top of that we living in New Orleans |
| Yet I’m trying to make something shake |
| The only thing between me and my cake is Fake Jake |
| But it get trifer |
| If I escape then its cool but if not |
| Looking at a lifer, that’s hard to cipher |
| Cause I ain’t trying to hear put no chip in my wrist |
| I’d rather drink shit and eat piss, it’s that serious |
| So get the phone, call my nigga Joe |
| Pray for me fore I go, running up in the store |
| Should I die following my big collection of dough |
| Tell my niggas that I didn’t die poor you know |
| Old sucka John ass copper, trailing me in the helicopter |
| I cocked back, went to busting at the chopper |
| It must have been my niggas blessing, cause I got away without requesting |
| But thugs never learn their lesson |
| I’m strictly into banks, fuck blacks, they ain’t got shit |
| I’m running with an ex cop and an ex locksmith nigga |
| It’s like a deadly game of cops and robbers |
| The niggas who unload first be the survivors |
| The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety |
| I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers |
| It’s like a deadly game of cops and robbers |
| The niggas who unload first be the survivors |
| The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety |
| I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers |
| Y’all know |