{Talking}
I'm sick of it
Me to
Stop playin'
This here is for the
Tan shade man with the braid's
Stop playin' with me
I'm sick of it
Fake punk wanna be
Flip on this nine millmeter clip
Chorus:
We come to stop him in his tracks, show him
That I'm ruthless, Boom, Get Chopped!
We come to stop him in his track's
Got to get my motherf**in' name
Boom Get Chopped!
{Verse One: {Yella Boy}
Now you know this not some sunburst drink's
I'm so deaf then the Def. Comedy Jam
Open that clip, now clip up like I'm firm
I'm a super duper rap rapper
Steady makin' snappers
Hand's clapper, n***a my chopper got'cha
I'm on the first floor emergency
Bury me, mister I'm sick, I'm jump for joy
But quickly, in my disguise to finish the j-o-b
Ya see, I'm back on track, can ya get with that?
No, you's a ho, you's a ho Mystikal!
I pack ya up like there's nothin' to be
Down like a street, steady re-loadin' my weapon
Like a bra** knuckle, and my soldiers I mean shoes
I mentally Retaliate, ya think ya slick
You not gonna bounce, you not gonna bow
Ho you on my dick, but umm
I like the way you scream Yelllla!
Cuz, you be sweatin' so hard you need three or four towels
I tried to shoot you in yo head, I wanted to see some
Bloody braids, somebody in the crowd said
"Girl, that boy dead f** Him!"
He was a cheerleader anyway
You could never play it off ho, you was really gay
Cuz you could break yo self but you can't break me
Cuz I'm a real f**in' lyricst with U.N.L.V
With the flow umm, Flow-er, you know what
From the floor up, with the dirty rap
I'm the dirty rap master, I'm comin' to Chop Ya!
With my knock you out style, that I practice
Like gymnastics', I'm a fantastic static phonetic
I'm out the attic, with the all black jacket
Bringin' much racket, snatch ya f*ggot
Worse then that standin' there I say
Ho stop playin' with me!
Cuz
Chorus:
We here stop him in his track's
Show him that I'm ruthless
Boom, Get Chopped!
We here to stop him in his track's
Got to get my motherf**in' name
Boom Get Chopped!
{2x}
Verse Two: { Lil' Ya}
How could b**hes f** with
Million dollar n***a's how ya figure?
It's all good for you to stroll through my hood
V.L. throw suspicious rock's at yo sh** and
If they had k's they spray and leave you
Dead as a b**h! what type of n***a want's
To walk around here in braid's
What happened to the Chuck's, Levi's and the fad's
Swish blade in my pocket, when I see ya I'm a cut yo hair
No matter where, It's ugly you don't want to see
The capital Y-A get into yo sh** n***a dick s**er!
Whoa flippin' motherf**er Michael Jackson pretendin'
You read for vision go s** a dick n***a
Reach around the whole Third hit that a**
Picture me and you in a two man cell
You washin' n***a's draw's takin' my
Dick leanin' on the wall now Mystikal you b**h you
Remember when you said you wasn't gonna bow
You disrespected the "U"
Chorus:{2x}
Third Verse: {Tec-9}
Criminal minded you been defined
As the fakest motherf**er in the Down South area
I think your goin' through a phaze
What made ya, turn around and talk sh**
Your rhymes and you personally doesn't fit
Now wait a minute, remember that time
You got on Soul Train
You got the chance, and didn't even represent man
You faked the funk, actin' like a straight punk
Check it out, they thought you was like us
The motherf**er siked up
Turned around, had a f**in' glitter glove
Now, can you tell me what the n***a here
Was thinkin' of?
I'm here to stop you in yo track's
The sh** you do, be wack I'm fat
sh**'s spittin' I done all ready stacked
Tellin' me that the nation wide
But you know, that I know
You don't want the whole nation to know
You's a Ho! f** the piece treaty
You started this, where's my all black clothes and
My all black beanie, I play it Pinnately style
Leavin' ya gutless, leavin' ya bu*tless
We put together the bomb alarm
Half this sh** you can't touch this
You best's to stick to jumpin' around
Have the area first down, cuz I'm the hound and
You the clown, now wipe the sweet from my neck
Cuz you ain't nothin' but a b**h
Chorus:{3x}