Текст песни Big Mack - A Better Way
Big Mack - A Better Way слова песни
You betta keep your vest on your chest when I flexCause niggas be coming foul trying to put me to the testI know what`s next, you wanna see if I`m a G to get my buck onPistol grip to your dome while I gets my gauge onLooking at me like you looking at a J catBut stupid tricks ain`t shit but hoodratsLaying up in the cuts for a kick backLooking for a nigga with some scrilla from the Fatt SakkSo now we on 3rd hella pervedSwervin to the motherfucking curb off that herbAnd niggas be looking but I don`t be trippin up off that punk shitHouses I be browsin, poppin bitch after bitchFlip the script as I blaze up a spliff with my nigga Richie RichWe hitting the town letting niggas know I shoots the giftYou see me, I be from the Sucka FreeAnd ain`t a out of town G that can chuck with theThree hundred pound nigga from the mack bayI`m hitting switches, I`m blazing spliffs, I`m taking your bitches awayTo the top with my glock, your nigga can`t be stoppedSo peep game while you waiting for my album to drop[Chorus]I`m so sick when it comes to this1-8 to the 7 mic murdering shitI`m so sick with thisBig Mack that nigga that`s gonna rip the fucking stacksI`m so sick when it comes to this1-8 to the 7 mic murdering shitI buck em buck em down with my gauge, I`m getting paidBig Mack, Fatt Sakk nigga peep the flavRule motherfucking one, time to have some funI blaze another J, smashin up the motherfucking way foo`I`m so sick with this, I`m so true to thisI grab the mic and pop the clip and release this gangsta shitYeah, I`m down with the KillahoeSteel toed boots with my troops knocking down your doorHuh, so peep out this manuscript HP sucka free never trusting a bitchAbout my grip, yeah, I gots to keep my scrilla onMy motherfucking money makes me put my chrome to your domeSo now it`s on and we up in my nigga`s BenzJ.C., Fly Nate, and my nigga RichDroppin bombs on this fuck for your trunkSo nigga blaze up the skunk and watch me tear shit upI`m like that nigga that don`t give a fuckThat nigga that`ll snap your neck quickDon`t trip, cause I`m mackin your bitch and stackin my gripDon`t trip, cause I`m spitting shit and making hitsTearing up the strip with this Big Mack shitYeah, just like the sound when my glock goes popPeep game while you waiting for my album to drop[Chorus]I buck and dodge, I creep but I never crawlI start the funk cause I`m known as this town`s dogNow it`s the B-I-G, the M the A to the CYou can never fuck around with this big Cuban beat, and uhSucka mothafuckas betta pucker upThese bitches on my team cause your nigga`s checking greenUh, perpetrator, punk player haterYou better grab your Tec before I regulate like Darth VaderFor the playas, not the playa hatersAin`t none of you got no game like meAin`t none of you got no flava, save a muthafuckin hoeAnd this is how we operate when we in the `ScoRippin off of indo, car full of blunt smokeReaching for the window cause a nigga`s about to chokeBut I take another hit before I get to passAin`t trippin bout the paper but a nigga put in half[Chorus] - 2X