and choppas in this hood where they don't give a damn. From the top to the bottom, 2009 mane these niggaz aint playin. Long clips and choppas...choppas...choppas...choppas...choppas
zone Motherfucker (Chorus) What the fuck is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad Is it the silver packs Is it the nickel bags? What the fuck is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad
these niggaz ain't playin. Long clips and choppas... choppas... choppas... choppas... choppas... from the tops to the bottom, 2009 mane these niggaz ain't playin. Got my first choppa
got a long record of fuck-ups trust me, you don't know a pst as weird as mine or a life as hard as mine, I had to hustle, chop, sell drugs, grind whatever
] I need y'all to hear me out there Can y'all hear me out there? Uhh Through blocks and boroughs, cops is plottin Snakes slither while hustlers chop
, yo where the fuck is Crook? [Crooked I:] I'm right here letting the shotty pop Quick as a karate chop, get your body shot, get your top chopped like
search With smeared letters, runnin together and blurred spurts Hang with male shovenest pigs and perverts Who point water pistols at women and squirt shirts Been a bad
through! Product Streeetcchh... I got it mastered mannn In the hood I'm like plastic mannn! Streeetcchh... Fantastic mannn, I make the money come faster mannn! Yeah... [Verse 1:] Your favorite bad
a hat Call that a riddle rap Shit, fuck the chitter chat I'm the baker, i bake the bread The barber, i cut ya head The marksman, i spray the lead "I blood clot, chop
hype (hype) Talkin bout you keep it gangsta, only happens you might [Chamillionaire imitating The Game] I'm an N.W.A., no manners and bad grammar Surrenderin
Wall, Mistah F.A.B.) "Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'" [Bun B] Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood Tops drop, blades chop
don't run up on me) All my people see (y'all don't really want it) Betta not fuck wit me ('cause our hood is on it) [repeat] [Verse 1:] I'm a bad block
No time to pause, gots to drop draws Prep through a half spankin', breakin' down walls With tactics, nigga used two proper lactics (double-up) Hit the twat chopper
that wants to use Ice Cube as a whopper But who's the first nigga to outrun a chopper? No lie say hi to the bad guy Interlude: (*Cube talkin with
Easy baby C'mon girl don't (chop me up) Please don't make a fool of me Screwed up Chop me up Screwed up Off of your melody Chop me up Please don
world is made of keys, ounces and pounds The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas See how shit come back round for ya Gotta cop it, chop it and
if (let him know if) he down bad, that ain't my problem Ler him know if he come at me bad, then I'ma chop him Ch-uh.. chop him Put tha flame to him All
I'm drinkin liquor like it's water, gettin pissy drunk And stayin away from them lil' broads that tryin to give me some I keep a chopper in the trunk
