Представляем точный текст композиции "Niggas N Trouble" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста B. Gizzle . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Niggas N Trouble» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую B. Gizzle передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
B. Gizzle - "Niggas N Trouble"
Lyrics to Niggas N Trouble : [Mac] Yeah, yeah, big Mac and the B.G. You cant see me Its like that in 96 yall U.P.T. connect Keepin it real Give em a lil respect We doin it just like that [Mac] 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 its 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 familys convict releases Payin witnesses to hold they breath, Non-cooperation is only death, and no this aint a phony Tec Im in a limo full of blow niggas But Im 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 suppliers 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 Id 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 [B.G.] Came in the clear, slide it in, cock it back Plot it out, I put me an extra one in Thats eighteen in tha 9, Im ready to discharge Thats 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 dont let me get that first draw, and Ima toast ya Ima shootcha 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 theyll survive trial bein a witness but Ima killem 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, Im too smart to be caught, Ima snort what I just bought Take a ride With the chopper lookin for the robber on the other side Im so high, and the motto Uptown is do or die Lets make it happen, think of an action Fuck rappin Im cappin, fuck yappin, gimme no dappin Pull out the strapin and start bustin, Show me you bout buckin or duckin Cuz Im sendin 17 slugs Im a thug All about sellin drugs, nigga you get plugged Get out tha way, start the race, its 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 Im behind the trigga, so niggas in trouble [Mac] 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 cant believe it, Officer Friendly, he put a slug in lil McKinley Ill be a memory, but I aint 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 wasnt 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 Im a solja You cant kill me They said well 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 Macs assassination, nigga its like that [B.G.] Get out the way or get caught up in serious gun slangin Cuz the shit that Im bringin leave a busta brains hangin Cuz I aint half steppin, when I come for the chop I clock, meal, and rob, Black Connection is the mob That Im 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 Its the only thing I know besides hustlin, so I do my thang Done crossed the line wit niggas I thugged with We run blood outcha 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 [ Niggas N Trouble Lyrics ]
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