gat baby the opera ain't over 'til someone shoots the fuckin fat lady [Chorus: Chopper Read] Get in do it and get out blood free walk up bang bang step
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
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 up I
pop a cop I write the chop-chop lyrics, tryin' not to scratch the detail I put 'em through the system, slang 'em out at full retail It's thirty g's for
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
, the beat bleed, speak read Men eat weed, bead seed, I speed read, you need me To give it to you like you want it, I own it when I'm on it Maintain
block track, the beat bleed, speak read Men eat weed, bead seed, I speed read, you need me To give it to you like you want it, I own it when I'm on it
other day I opened and read it, it said we want hustlers Had a Lexus at eighteen, picture that Got a Chevy with pictures on it from pitchin' crack Bitch
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
the closet Ahh, shit killa clacks, could've brought back ya prostate Buyacka got bullets big enough to move ya car Land cruisers 18 wheelers we do it tied Just let it
Do you go to the dungeon To find out how to make peace With your days in the dungeon? Writing a letter to you didn't make me any more peaceful Than how
' a ki Yo, I do this with a natural movement Catch me by the [Incomprehensible], scope on me, fuck it, I'm losin' it Yeah, yo, I did it my way, lights
] I do this shit for my thugs I do this shit for the chicks at the club I do this shit for the niggas that I love I do this shit for the streets, cause
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
grippin' on the wheel Turn it, turn it Blow another stack I earned it, earned it Blow another amp Pull another tramp Light another blunt Burn it, burn it Flame it
does chopping trees have to do with culinary?" that's the spirit kid, analyse the lyric from the moment that you hear it, see, cause most don't have
she was admiring my Minski suit Then she handed me the note, here, read this I just stared her up and down 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it It
do? wit no cash at 22 take it, or find the best way to make it fast my mans rakin cash, fuck bein lieutenant Im in it to win it so it might just take
