Mac

Mac - Cops & Robbers lyrics

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 * first two verses are off b.g.'s "niggaz 'n trouble"



Yeahspinning been on these niggas.

It's world war.

YeahI send this out to my nigga.

Wherever you are.

We still ain't nothin but some niggas in troubleya heard me? 

Feel ituhyeah.

It's world war nigga.

It's like a deadly game.

And me and my niggas in it to win itya heard me? 

World war nigga.

Check it.



Feel the wrath of a souljathe crescent city jesus

I pack a tre deucegot a army bout the size of babe ruth

To hit emrugged even if it's unplugged for thug lifers

We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher

We got the town locked

With underground stock around clock workers to serve us

Responsible for many murders

We left your town with all the gold pieces

Shoot the sheriff to assure my family's convict releases

Pay the witnesses to hold they breath

Non cooperation is only deathand 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

The crooked cops started buckin' at us

I made a turn to a dead endbut froze cuz the cops had us

I grab the tec and started buckin' back

Cuz 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 backthe last scene is his pale face and badge number



It's like a deadly game of cops and robbers

The niggas who unload first be the survivors

The rest is dead on arrivalkeep your heaters off safety

I never let you crook cops erase mecops and robbers

It's like a deadly game of cops and robbers

The niggas who unload first be the survivors

The rest is dead on arrivalkeep your heaters off safety

I never let you crook cops erase mecops and robbers



T-shirts and white capricesmy daddy used to call him johnny

I never thought them snake muthafuckas would be behind me

They took a shot nearly blind me

My eyes rolled like a zombiemy life started seemin' timely

I can't believe itofficer friendlyhe put a slug in lil' mckinley

I'll be a memoryshit I ain't havin' it

Fightin' for my lifethe reapers grabbin' it

Just enough strength to pull the trigga once more

I hit his cabbage and he dropped like the value jet

I heard a nigga say he wasn't dead yetthey should have never said that

My life came backlike some supernatural shit

I stood upand took the bullets they was hittin' me with

Grab the dead cocked glock out the holster

Pointed at the rest of them and said muthafuckers I'm a soulja

You can't kill methey said we'll see

I said nigga feel meand hit em with the nine milliya heard me

I took my vest offand threw it on the pavement

You never see the mac's assassination



You motherfuckers.

And that's how it is in 99.

It's just world war against these motherfucking cops.

Feel it.



It's like a deadly game of cops and robbers

The niggas who unload first be the survivors

The rest is dead on arrivalkeep your heaters off safety

I never let you crook cops erase mecops and robbers

It's like a deadly game of cops and robbers

The niggas who unload first be the survivors

The rest is dead on arrivalkeep your heaters off safety

I never let you crook cops erase mecops and robbers



It's the year twenty hundredthe devil's still running

Money is done withwe only sold get your gun shit

You either ballin or you starvintombstones in the mystic coffin

On top of that we living in new orleans

Yet I'm trying to make something shake

The only thing between me and my cake is fake jake

But it get trifer

If I escape then it's cool but if not

Looking at a liferthat's hard to cipher

Cause I ain't trying to hear put no chip in my wrist

I'd rather drink shit and eat pissit's that serious

So get the phonecall my nigga joe

Pray for me fore I gorunning up in the store

Should I die following my big collection of dough

Tell my niggas that I didn't die poor you know

Old sucka john ass coppertrailing me in the helicopter

I cocked backwent to busting at the chopper

It must have been my niggas blessingcause I got away without requesting

But thugs never learn their lesson

I'm strictly into banksfuck blacksthey ain't got shit

I'm running with an ex cop and an ex locksmith nigga



It's like a deadly game of cops and robbers

The niggas who unload first be the survivors

The rest is dead on arrivalkeep your heaters off safety

I never let you crook cops erase mecops and robbers

It's like a deadly game of cops and robbers

The niggas who unload first be the survivors

The rest is dead on arrivalkeep your heaters off safety

I never let you crook cops erase mecops and robbers



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