(feat. Necro) [Intro: from Chopper movie when Chopper shot Nevil] [Necro:] Rugged like Pentridge Prison where Chopper was started inflicting vingical
see He once chopped down a cherry tree President number two would be John Adams and then number three George Washington was the first, you see He once chopped
not feelin it No one can understand,this all i mean So try to catch up with me yea Ya breakin up, breakin up Now i'm hangin up, I chop it up chop it
the slossin' Son, that's why I go in and shit stop Last night my nigga Ice-T had to pop a cop I write the chop-chop lyrics, tryin' not to scratch the
give me nothin' but game Goin' insane and It's rainin' bloody murder, murder Chillin' in the gun range servin' on the corner, corner, chop, chop Watch
Come on, chop, chop, yeah man I'm just gonna play with y'all on this, hidey ho Well, hello, howdy do, how are you? That's good Who me? Still hot, I still
[Cee-Lo] Come on Chop chop Mmm hmm Yeah man I'm just gonna play with y'all on this Hidey ho Well hello, howdy do, how are you, that's good Who me, still
young niggaz, boss up I present to you, Rick Ross, the boss I got a letter from the government the other day I opened and read it, it said we want hustlers
Can't stop addicted to the shindig Chop top, it says, I'm gonna win big Choose not a life of imitation Distant cousin to the reservation De funk the
most saw the light Talk to Christ, he told me that my songs so nice And for the right price I might just body you Chop ya ass into particles and read
some shit to puff on damn I need the kye cause it's gettin' tough on me (me) Cause I'm a lumberjack and tree's get chopped up and packed up and sold
in the front row The front row with popcorn I get to see you see you close up And I laughed until my lungs hurt I love how you bust my chops you don
catch wreck And I got my main man, Diamond D He's about to catch wreck from diggin' in the crates and all that And I'd like to say I chop off the head
finger drippin', I smelt it Poker tables, crap joints just for rap niggaz Me and Sheek, walkin' around bitch slappin' niggaz There go Rae, there go P Yo Chop
up rings Cluttered up change, quick to pop a slug in your brain If you a killer, then slugs we exchange We like the mobsters, bullet shells and choppers
talk, chop off your arms And bash your head in, you know where this shit is headin' For a dead-end, stop your sweatin' Like Otis Reading, got your pants
where Malik? He right next to me The weaponry, the secret recipe Hard to peep this, deep shit, shows I eat with Contaminated thoughts I walk the street with I bayonnet cassettes and chop
rider Read your mind slumdog Chamillionaire But I couldn't accept the oscar I ain't never been a actor, pussy wouldn't let me in the spot with my chopper
