but dollars we clock, show after show we gone rock Pimpin hoes in the five double o and baby mamas gone jock What the fuck is the deal, somebody pass me the kill
could not sketch ya You're not following me I got your number like Caller i.d. Try it You can holler at me I promise you pain I will chop your body in
That Charlie [Hook: Charlie Boy] This is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop Hit the button on the drop then recline (chop-chop) From domestic
a song again I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you) Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke To the rap you wrote your fuckin answer back's a joke And
child of a lesser, God, I Master like Farad Persona in between the El Rook'n, and El DeBarge Metaphorically massage, verbal hajj I take over breaks and chop
with a diva, sipping margaritas with my back in the sand Or I'm on a yacht getting my cock wet from a Chinese freak Trying to eat beef, ock with some chop
Lexus Cobe Yo I'm not Tony baby I'm no slave Jumped on the gas, took her back to the grave (Did you wet her up?) Yo I killed the fucking twat Chopped
rings street clown, no jokes, voodoo, no hox never die, can't croak, strokes for them old folks smoke dope, pop pills, lift axe, chops kill drink blood
a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a start They could push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga And if you say you're going to kill me
, somebody can get killed Wait for the fire drill and when you start to smell the smoke run nigga Buck ain't no joke I'll buck a shot at your zipped up
(feat. Killa Hoe, Da Misses, Chopah, Lunasicc) [Killa Hoe] Yes, motherfuckers yet you have entered the psycho ward where the X-Raided lays his head,
why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker! {*beat changes to 2Pac's "Hit 'Em Up"*} Kill Whitey! - Hahaha Kill Whitey! - Detroit!What?What? Kill Whitey! - .. yo, yo Kill
blue Didn't know how he'd made it through the hard times He bought our house on the GI Bill But it wasn't worth all he had to kill to git it He drank
to the touch (I do) No joke, can't stop 'til she get enough Like a paper towel, quick to pick her up Blow smoke, chop chop, let her hit the blunt nigga
[Juvenile] I be comin' up wit da glock toy You can stop boy You ain't heard I'm off tha block boy Chipp-pedy chop boy Off in ya cut is where I'm layin
it how I live I'ma thug One of them blood, nigga I do it how I feel Ain't no such thing as niggaz bein' halfway shook I'ma mothafuckin' killa I hang wit
[Chorus] I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass Fuck around and kill yo ass (say what) I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass [
belted Flesh column with a double fist chop OJ got jugular slit-stop Jerry Garcia heart attack Frank Sinatra hammer whack Bloody beatdown Cardinal Syn Syn Warriors were chopped