Mac - Cops & Robbers Lyrics
* first two verses are off b.g.s niggaz n troubleYeah, spinning been on these niggas.Its world war.Yeah, I send this out to my nigga.Wherever you are.We still aint nothin but some niggas in trouble, ya heard me?Feel it, uh, yeah.Its world war nigga.Its 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 its 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 familys convict releasesPay the witnesses to hold they breath,Non cooperation is only death, and no this aint a phony tecIm in a limo full of blow niggasBut Im never high cause a leader gotta be up on his toes niggaA trail of cops is followin we start to swallowin the evidentialsKeep suppliers 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 Id 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 numberIts 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 robbersIts 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 cant believe it, officer friendly, he put a slug in lil mckinleyIll be a memory, shit I aint 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 wasnt 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 Im a souljaYou cant kill me, they said well 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 macs assassinationYou mother*****ers.And thats how it is in 99.Its just world war against these mother*****ing cops.Feel it.Its 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 robbersIts 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 robbersIts the year twenty hundred, the devils 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 Im 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, thats hard to cipherCause I aint trying to hear put no chip in my wristId rather drink shit and eat piss, its 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 didnt 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 lessonIm strictly into banks, ***** blacks, they aint got shitIm running with an ex cop and an ex locksmith niggaIts 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 robbersIts 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 robbersYall know.
