(Hook)
All my n***as ready, we strapped with them choppas
All my n***as ready, we strapped with them choppas
I flee the scene, I flee the country in my chopper
I flee the scene, I flee the country in my chopper
(Verse)
I k** a n***a, leave the scene up in my chopper
I just got two Mexicos riding in my chopper
It's a dirty game, oh yeah, it's a dirty world
I'm that n***a that's gonna sell c**aine to a pregnant girl
Who gives a f** about what a n***a think bout me?!
I catch a chocolate at the judge, yeah, I am guilty
My lawyer good, so he gon' beat that cake
I'll shoot ya in the face, it will read about yo race
No discrimination when it comes to that murder, n***a
And if I find out you snitchin' then it's a murder, n***a
When it comes to my respect, that's all I am about
Ya say you tottin' choppas but that's somethin' that I doubt
(Hook)