Tru 2 This-Big Mack

歌手 : Big Mack

专辑 : A Better Way

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:56

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TXT Tru 2 This-Big Mack 文本歌词

Tru 2 This - Big Mack

You betta keep your vest on your chest when I flex

Cause niggas be coming foul trying to put me to the test

I know what's next, you wanna see if I'm a G to get my buck on

Pistol grip to your dome while I gets my gauge on

Looking at me like you looking at a J cat

But stupid tricks ain't sh*t but hoodrats

Laying up in the cuts for a kick back

Looking for a ni**a with some scrilla from the Fatt Sakk

So now we on 3rd hella perved

Swervin to the motherf**king curb off that herb

And niggas be looking but I don't be trippin up off that punk sh*t

Houses I be browsin, poppin b**ch after b**ch

Flip the script as I blaze up a spliff with my ni**a Richie Rich

We hitting the town letting niggas know I shoots the gift

You see me, I be from the Sucka Free

And ain't a out of town G that can chuck with the

Three hundred pound ni**a from the mack bay

I'm hitting switches, I'm blazing spliffs, I'm taking your b**ches away

To the top with my glock, your ni**a can't be stopped

So peep game while you waiting for my album to drop

(Chorus)

I'm so sick when it comes to this

1-8 to the 7 mic murdering sh*t

I'm so sick with this

Big Mack that ni**a that's gonna rip the f**king stacks

I'm so sick when it comes to this

1-8 to the 7 mic murdering sh*t

I buck em buck em down with my gauge, I'm getting paid

Big Mack, Fatt Sakk ni**a peep the flav

Rule motherf**king one, time to have some fun

I blaze another J, smashin up the motherf**king way foo'

I'm so sick with this, I'm so true to this

I grab the mic and pop the clip and release this gangsta sh*t

Yeah, I'm down with the Killahoe

Steel toed boots with my troops knocking down your door

Huh, so peep out this manuscript HP sucka free never trusting a b**ch

About my grip, yeah, I gots to keep my scrilla on

My motherf**king money makes me put my chrome to your dome

So now it's on and we up in my ni**a's Benz

J.C., Fly Nate, and my ni**a Rich

Droppin bombs on this f**k for your trunk

So ni**a blaze up the skunk and watch me tear sh*t up

I'm like that ni**a that don't give a f**k

That ni**a that'll snap your neck quick

Don't trip, cause I'm mackin your b**ch and stackin my grip

Don't trip, cause I'm spitting sh*t and making hits

Tearing up the strip with this Big Mack sh*t

Yeah, just like the sound when my glock goes pop

Peep game while you waiting for my album to drop

(Chorus)

I buck and dodge, I creep but I never crawl

I start the funk cause I'm known as this town's dog

Now it's the B-I-G, the M the A to the C

You can never f**k around with this big Cuban beat, and uh

Sucka mothaf**kas betta pucker up

These b**ches on my team cause your ni**a's checking green

Uh, perpetrator, punk player hater

You better grab your Tec before I regulate like Darth Vader

For the playas, not the playa haters

Ain't none of you got no game like me

Ain't none of you got no flava, save a muthaf**kin hoe

And this is how we operate when we in the 'Sco

Rippin off of indo, car full of blunt smoke

Reaching for the window cause a ni**a's about to choke

But I take another hit before I get to pass

Ain't trippin bout the paper but a ni**a put in half

(Chorus x2)