Niggas N Trouble B.G. (Ft. Mac)

[Intro: Mac]
Yeah, yeah, big Mac and the B.G. nigga
You can't see me
It's like that for '96 y'all
U.P.T. connect
Keepin' it real
Give a nigga respect
It's like that

[Verse 1: Mac]
Feel the wrath of a soldier, the Crescent City Jesus
I pack a tre-deuce, got a army 'bout the size of Beirut
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 '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
Crooked cops started buckin' at us
We made a turn to a dead end, but froze 'cause the cops had us
I grab the Tec and started buckin' back
'Cause 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 I see is his pale face and his badge number