The Hillside Scramblers - Chippin & Chop It lyrics

(feat. INF-Black, Kawz) [Intro: U-God] Let's spark it, eh.. Yo.. [U-God] It be the Wu-Gambino, flurry don't stop You the ice cream, I'm the cherry on top Scary are cops, cuz I carry the glock Look up at my eye, boy, dare me to pop Hand me my Scotch, Scotch on the rocks Hundred thousand watts, for my ghetto blocks k**in' flow level, and the spillin' won't stop Buildin' my treble, til I fill in my slot I want my props, I need the sh** In the spotlight, cuz I'm letha kid co*kblockin' n***az, make the needle skip Knock out the biggest, and you see me dip All on the corner, desert eagle grip Get the benchwarmers, and you see who flip Bless my endurance, he who get Never dick ride, or ever ever quit You say tomato, I say ta-motto You say potato, I saw pa-tatto You say today, I say tomorrow Some say it's mixed and I say it's mulatto [Hook: U-God] Rippin' and poppin', I'm hippin' and hoppin' it (right, right) I'm hippin' and hoppin', I'm chippin' and choppin' it (right, right) I'm chippin' and choppin', I'm rippin' and rockin' it (right, right) I'm rippin' and rockin', I'm drippin' and droppin' it (right, right) [Chorus: U-God] Everytime I flip it (...time I'm flip it) Rip it good (good... good) I stick it (... I stick it...) Stick it to ya (to ya... to ya...) We rip it (...we rip it) Rip it good (good... good) We stick it (... we stick it...) Stick it to ya (to ya... to ya...) [INF-Black] Some n***az see me stressin', askin' me questions It's like these b**hes, so I give 'em lessons, realer professions I paint your picture, listen, hold these Wessons, know how to bust 'em When you address them, hit 'em, pushin' bu*tons, ain't about nothin' They said he frontin', get him, ain't no stuntin', where I be pumpin' My n***az, cook him up and I don't care if you sixty somethin' Catch a concussion for bluffin', take your face in them guns We been, bustin' shorties, stay in your place, I have your both friends Tucked in [Chorus] [Kawz] Chip and chop those rocks away Hit that block, those doubters wait f** that b**h, with a smiling face Hold up, shorty, that's in the weight Back in my grind, now paper chase No speakers in my hand, but I got the ba** No fear in my face, spit in your face The .38 cal', will clear the space We gon' blow the time, I blow these rhymes Like a bloated nine, cuz it's quoted time You gon' know this rhyme, you gonna quote my lines I'm in overdrive, watch the chrome and slide [U-God] I'm comin' through cuttin' you up and it's just, the preview In a sec', I'm a triple X threat, like I'm Vin Diesel A lethal, feel it, evil, drop another kilo I'm a hard body c-lo n***a, you know my steelo Now, it's time to reload, pop goes the weasel And I'm all about the g-notes, I don't, want no pity Still on top of New York City, it's all about the gritty And the pretty women titties poppin', yeah, you see 'em shoppin' Pull up to the bumper baby, come on, ladies hop in Give 'em what they ask for, I clean out the dance floor Dashin' bachelor, another black panth-or More rap chapters, a natural disaster Watch out ladies, now, here come the masters [Hook] [Outro: U-God] Yeah, yeah (right, right) I gotta be that n***a that started that sh** (right, right) You don't know, when I got a b**h, I got a b**h (right, right) I've done started all that platinum in the mouth sh** (right, right) You know, I pimp hard when the time to, you know what I'm sayin'? When I get down and gritty, muthaf**as know my sh** is always f** all that bullsh**, f** what you heard..