Yeah, yeah, big Mac and the B.G.
You can't see me
It's like that in 96 y'all
U.P.T. connect
Keepin' it real
Give em a lil respect
We doin' it just like that

[Mac]
Feel the wrath of a solja, the Crescent City Jesus
I pack a tre-deuce, got a army bout the size of Babe Ruth
We hit em
Rugged even if it's unplugged for thug lifers
We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher
Got the town locked with underground stock
Around clock workers to serve us
Responsible for many murders
I left your town with all the gold pieces
Shoot the Sheriff to assure my family's convict releases
Payin' witnesses to hold they breath,
Non-cooperation is only death, and no this ain't a phony Tec
I'm in a limo full of blow niggas
But I'm never high cuz a leader gotta be up on his toes nigga
A trail of cops is followin' we start to swallowin' the evidentials