Ooh oooh (uh) Oooh oooh oh (Girl that's juice) Ooh oooh (Okay!) [Auburn:] Don't mean no disrespect But I'm notice in the M's on your chain Seems as
on the passenger side automatically die From several gunshot wounds to the head On the scene he dead Chopper City niggas fled Won't you listen to Ziggy get your car doors bullet proof It's rainin' choppers
I back the fuck out the bitch quick cause these hoes ain't shit they good for open mix shit i put they mind on my dick gotta put my ???, keep my hoes
Verse One: Baby Nigga I got these hoes iced up enough While my lil B.G.'s on the bus puttin out cigarette butts But me personally playboy I don't give
[Talking] B.G. Uh-huh I'm bout my feddi by all means Verse: 1 Look here I be on a paper chase I'm all about my cheddar I aint touching the mic if it
2 da game nigga, fog And play'n with a little change nigga, fog Fuck with me I put a little over your brain But fuck that I ride and let my chopper rang
to get my Mil It ain't no secret I got skills to pay the bills, I'm climbing up The fucking hill, Cash Money Highly respected with out a Major Deal, I'm still that Chopper
(B.G.) Ohh man, you fuck that girl friend Verse 1: (Juvenile) Girl look at you, with you big fine A$$ What you need to do is let a nigga get behind
B.G. [talking] Wassup Ahh.... Wassup Verse 1 Hard times got a nigga in all black I'm gonna jack for that silver pack where it's at I need a hit nigga
I know he on paper he got a tech (aint that cold) Nigga i'm a muthafuckin' made man Fuck with my lil B.G.s and nigga you a dead man Helicopters and choppers
Big Tymers: Fa sho...this for my homie K.C. That just did ten in tha pen Bout to spit this game for ya fool Chorus: [B.G. & Big Tymers] These niggas
me Hollow points is for devils that wanna follow me Try to swallow me under Providence Memorial Park, I'm too smart to be caught, I'ma snort what I just bought Take a ride With the chopper
me and Juvenile we blastin Nigga ya lights out we aint bout no playin and laughin Whoever try ta stop us from shinnin Four karat choppers out the window
bout my grip, gotta get my cheese Gotta bout be my skrees, bustin niggas to they knees I'm coming through your house with the glocs Do whatcha got, I got a chopper
m gonna work it overtime, I gots to get mine I hit the block wit real niggas, block cock wit real niggas Goin' to the top wit real niggas you get chopped
they just do they thang Bullets be coastin' like birds in a flock Hit yo block With camouflage nigga gone get got A hundred shots flippin' you can get away Gettin' chopped
Verse 1: BulletProof I'm full of that raw ???? a cop cho choo chop I live and die 17 shots without a glock Bought downtown When I hit your spot I'm tearin it down Chopper
Talking ( B.G.) Wuz happenin' man? Look, this for my motherfuckin real niggaz Ya heard me? Baby, Slim, Fresh, Turk, Wayne, Juvi, Joe Cassi, K.C.,
