Mannie Fresh - Boom Get Chopped lyrics

{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}