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(*talking*)
Whaaaaa, happ'n (alright, alright)
It's Lil' B.Gizzle, Tuck (yes sir, Bear)
It's from New Orleans, AKA Chopper
All the way to T-Town, you know what I'm
And you how a nigga rocking, uh-huh
It's real on end, you heard me uh-huh
It's in the field, you know I'm saying believe it

[B.G.]
I'm off the block, niggaz love me cause I keep it
Hustlers respect me, I spit everything that they live
I got a connect the pills, and the good dro
I get coat soon as it hit Miami, off the boat
I got a glock I keep it on me, I ever slip
Seventeen ain't enough, I rock with that clip
Thirty minus four, that's 26 so it jam
Run up if you want, you run straight that blam-blam
Blucka-blucka this Chopper City, forget it nigga
I live and breathe this real shit, you gotta feel it
I don't be playing, when I you I be thugged out
Mouth full of gold T-shirt and bows, I be out
I ain't gon change, I don't give a fuck if I'm Donald
I'll always represent Uptown, V.L. that's where I'm
It's Chopper in New Orleans, better ask around
tell you, that nigga B.Gizzle hold it down

- 2x]
You it, rush up on him
He hating, up on him
He plotting, up on him
Show mercy, to no
War better for it, guns is what
Shock him, without a
Guerillas, not

[Big
Get it how you live, be homeless or pay the
Drill a nigga or get drilled, a nigga or get killed
Niggaz be black, if you hate it you hating back

Stomp like alley cats, be on guard for all attacks
Always know what's up, the set up's a yellow slut
If you set up by a slut, be ashamed and chop her up
That bitch was out of line, time to show spine
Don't leave no behind, use barets and terpentine
Say tripping on shit, got teeth that shine and gliss
Watching them watching this, make teams forfeit
Swear to God I got a lot of niggaz, I to God they all gorillas
I swear to God they'll a nigga, they specialize in end a temper
You you don't want none of me, kind of Tuck you ain't me
You can't no mics like me, fa sho can't box like me
War we done in a few, who knew how many minds we blew
Coming to the Avenue, you beefing bitch it'll happen to you

- 2x]

[50/50
It's Jeeper the Creeper, my gorillas will eat ya
The feature delete ya, put you in a box like speakers
Put you in a box like sneakers, if you try to box beat ya
My house or your house I'll meet ya, discombobulate your features
They gon have to get jumped like teachers, step on you frauds bleachers
Try to play hard but as peaches, your OG's will prolly teach us
When I display the Mack-90, you gon have to
then doo-doo, like you drunk a case of Yoo-hoo
Babies oh boo-goo, ga-ga-goo-goo got a
control of what you do, or 50/50 will do you
Press then sue you, for getting blood on my who-doo
Lick shots when I shoot through, you got that chump now

- 2x]