Mac - Cops And Robbers Lyrics
* first two verses are off B.G.'s "Niggaz 'N Trouble"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 JesusI pack a tre deuce, got a army bout the size of Babe RuthTo hit em, rugged even if it's unplugged for thug lifersWe be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipherWe got the town lockedwith underground stock around clock workers to serve usResponsible for many murdersWe left your town with all the gold piecesShoot the Sheriff to assure my family's convict releasesPay the witnesses to hold they breath,Non cooperation is only death, and no this ain't a phony TecI'm in a limo full of blow niggasBut I'm never high cause a leader gotta be up on his toes niggaA trail of cops is followin' we start to swallowin' the evidentialsKeep supplier's name confidentialThe crooked cops started buckin' at usI made a turn to a dead end, but froze cuz the cops had usI grab the Tec and started buckin' backCuz I'd rather take half the force out before they pump a slug in MacThe head shot took me underI fell on my back, the last scene is his pale face and badge numberIt's like a deadly game of cops and robbersThe niggas who unload first be the survivorsThe rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safetyI never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbersIt's like a deadly game of cops and robbersThe niggas who unload first be the survivorsThe rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safetyI never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbersT-Shirts and white caprices, my Daddy used to call him JohnnyI never thought them snake mutha*****as would be behind meThey took a shot nearly blind meMy eyes rolled like a zombie, my life started seemin' timelyI can't believe it, Officer Friendly, he put a slug in lil' McKinleyI'll be a memory, shit I ain't havin' itFightin' for my life, the reapers grabbin' itJust enough strength to pull the trigga once moreI hit his cabbage and he dropped like the Value JetI heard a nigga say he wasn't dead yet, they should have never said thatMy life came back, like some supernatural shitI stood up, and took the bullets they was hittin' me withGrab the dead *****ed glock out the holsterPointed at the rest of them and said mutha*****ers I'm a souljaYou can't kill me, they said we'll seeI said nigga feel me, and hit em with the nine milli, ya heard meI took my vest off, and threw it on the pavementYou never see the Mac's assassinationYou mother*****ers.And that's how it is in 99.It's just World War against these mother*****ing cops.Feel it.It's like a deadly game of cops and robbersThe niggas who unload first be the survivorsThe rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safetyI never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbersIt's like a deadly game of cops and robbersThe niggas who unload first be the survivorsThe rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safetyI never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbersIt's the year twenty hundred, the devil's still runningMoney is done with, we only sold get your gun shitYou either ballin or you starvin, tombstones in the mystic coffinOn top of that we living in New OrleansYet I'm trying to make something shakeThe only thing between me and my cake is Fake JakeBut it get triferIf I escape then its cool but if not,looking at a lifer, that's hard to cipherCause I ain't trying to hear put no chip in my wristI'd rather drink shit and eat piss, it's that seriousSo get the phone, call my nigga JoePray for me fore I go, running up in the storeShould I die following my big collection of doughTell my niggas that I didn't die poor you knowOld sucka John ass copper, trailing me in the helicopterI *****ed back, went to busting at the chopperIt must have been my niggas blessing, cause I got away without requestingBut thugs never learn their lessonI'm strictly into banks, ***** blacks, they ain't got shitI'm running with an ex cop and an ex locksmith niggaIt's like a deadly game of cops and robbersThe niggas who unload first be the survivorsThe rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safetyI never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbersIt's like a deadly game of cops and robbersThe niggas who unload first be the survivorsThe rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safetyI never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbersY'all know.
