Im sick of it
Me to
Stop playin
This here is for the
Tan shade man with the braids
Stop playin with me
Im sick of it
Fake punk wanna be
Flip on this nine millmeter clip

{verse one: {yella boy}

Now you know this not some sunburst drinks
Im so deaf then the def. comedy jam
Open that clip, now clip up like Im firm
Im a super duper rap rapper
Steady makin snappers
Hands clapper, nigga my chopper gotcha
Im on the first floor emergency
Bury me, mister Im sick, Im jump for joy
But quickly, in my disguise to finish the j-o-b
Ya see, Im back on track, can ya get with that?
No, yous a hoe, yous a hoe mystikal!
I pack ya up like there's nothin to be
Down like a street, steady re-loadin my weapon
Like a brass knuckle, and my soldiers I mean shoes
I mentally retaliate, ya think ya slick
You not gonna bounce, you not gonna bow
Hoe 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 bread, somebody in the crowd said
Girl, that boy dead fuck him!
He was a cheerleader anyway
You could never play it off hoe, you was really gay
Cuz you could break yo self but you can't break me
Cuz Im a real fuckin lyricst with u.n.l.v.
With the flow umm, flower, you know what
>from the floor up, with the dirt rapper
Im the dirty rap master, Im comin to chop ya!
With my knock you out style, that I practice
Like gymnastics, Im a fantastic static phonetic
Im out the attic, with the all black jacket
Bringin much racket, snatch ya fagot
Worse then that standin there I say
Hoe stop playin with me!


We here stop him in his tracks
Show him that Im ruthless
Boom, get chopped!
We here to stop him in his tracks
Got to get my motherfuckin name
Boom get chopped!

Verse two: { lil ya}

How could bitches fuck with
Million dollar niggas how ya figure?
Its all good for you to stroll through my hood
V.l. throw suspicious rocks at yo shit and
If they had ks they spray and leave you
Dead as a bitch! what type of nigga wants
To walk around here in braids
What happened to the chucks, levis and the fads
Swish blade in my pocket, when I see ya Im a cut yo hair
No matter where, it's ugly you don't want to see
The capital y-a get into yo shit nigga dick sucker!
Whoa flippin motherfucker michael jackson pretendin
You read for vision go suck a dick nigga
Reach around the whole third hit that ass
Picture me and you in a two man cell
You washin niggas draws takin my
Dick leanin on the wall now mystikal you bitch you
Remember when you said you wasn't gonna bow
You disrespected the u


Third verse: {tec-9}

Criminal minded you been defined
As the fakest motherfucker in the down south area
I think your goin through a phaze
What made ya, turn around and talk shit
Your rhymes and you personally doesnt't'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 motherfucker siked up
Turned around, had a fuckin glitter glove
Now, can you tell me what the nigga here
Was thinkin of?
Im here to stop you in yo tracks
The shit you do, be wack Im fat
Shits 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
Yous a hoe! fuck the piece treaty
You started this, wheres my all black clothes and
My all black beanie, I play it pinnately style
Leavin ya gutless, leavin ya buttless
We put together the bomb alarm
Half this shit you can't touch this,
You bests to stick to jumpin around
Have the area first down, cuz Im the hound and
You the clown, now wipe the sweet from my neck
Cuz you aint nothin but a bitch

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Boom Get Chopped Lyrics

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