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
niggaz to roll out, listen! I'm a bad boy get out my way, 'rilla Bust shots on the block when I spray, 'rilla Ya get chopped up with the chopper Ya
I was born in "Dirty Town", early heard the heavy sound Of pounding drums and loud guitars on the radio My mama always said to me "Boy it's time for you
cameras I be the next cat down in Atlantis Or Pacific to be specific, lifestyle too terrific Hop in the van shop when we land Don't worry 'bout the pilot chattin' in the chopper
I need y'all to hear me out there Can y'all hear me out there? Through blocks and boroughs, cops is plottin' Snakes slither while hustlers chop they
new Kawasaki Drop me, hit ya in ya face, you'll be chicken teriyaki While I'm on that new thug passion, that Belvedere and Saki Chopping bricks with some chop
to roll Till my cash flow's mega, baller not a beggar Bitches workin' plastic with the fake ID's Life in the lane, stackin' up G's Chop shops taggin
money, and bitches on bitches bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness I got money on my mind, and Ia??m thinking all day keep a bad
so good it don't even smell bad, And you can tell dad, that I'm a muthafucker, You niggas betta not slip, Ice Road Truckers, Light pole barrel, chopper
Make me wanna break my, make me wanna break my If you a bad girl, and you need a little change Tell your man go break his bank If you a bad girl, and
The coach in the booth Call me Jon Gruden School these niggas, they all my students All jokes aside, I ain't playing with your The weed broke down, like a transmission The chopper
bad bitch? Gotta have bricks Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I make hits But I still take bricks Tony Montana, all I have in this world Is my hundred round chopper
money Flip the money Nigga show and tell (yeah) From the bottom Where the roaches at Hit the light switch Where the roaches scat Bounce back, hella choppers
it up, flatscreen (Haha) Plasma Hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine I got bars, sentence'n I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt
Click, click, click, Young Nick the atomic bomb Yeah, see it then you lick your tongue Bet that it tastes good, get you some Wicked, the ten bad bitches
