[Mac]
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Yeah, yeah, big Mac and the B.G.
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You can't see me
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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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[Mac]
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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
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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
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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
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Made a turn to a dead end, but froze cuz the cops had us
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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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[B.G.]
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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
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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
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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
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Hollow points is for devils that wanna follow me
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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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[Mac]
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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
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They took a shot nearly blind me
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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
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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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[B.G.]
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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 thi |