U ain't got a chopper, don't come to the ghetto
n***as got choppers with clips and curves in them
Knock your a** off
Knock knock your a** off
All the money in the world ain't gonna save you black
Play with me, your mammie's gonna have a heart attack
It's really real. It really is! I really will k** (x2)
Your little dick riding goons, they gon fall back
They'll be screaming DCF, before it's over jack
Yep, get 'em, get 'em nussie
I'm known to get the job done, complements of my gun
I don't believe ya b**h untill you k** something
So don't talk to me untill you k** something
I'll have you dressed in all black
In a church, front row, wondering did I do that
RIP you next, f** all y'all
k** the head, and the body's gonna fall, fall
I'm a gangster mother f**er, I spank mother f**er, till I stank em motherf**er
My ears to the street and that's a known fact
s** my dick, put a hit on that (nussie!)
U ain't got a chopper, don't come to the ghetto
n***as got choppers with clips and curves in them
Knock your a** off
Knock knock your a** off
No gimmicks, no games when I aim
And when I blast, I be trying to k** your a**
With a chopper, you ain't got to be straight
I'm bound to hit something, most likely your face
Horizontal they twisting and turning
Hot bullets to your spine, they burning (oh yeah)
Chunks of meat all over the street
I call to get the job done, complements of my gun
Choppers with clips and curves in 'em
Mister go and get 'em, I'm guaranteed to split 'em
Get 'em, get 'em nussie
f** 'em in their p**y
And I ain't satisfied untill you're on the stretcher
I swear to god, oh, I'mma bet you, I'mma get you
U ain't got a chopper, don't come to the ghetto
n***as got choppers with clips and curves in them
Knock your a** off
Knock knock your a** off