Lyrics

[Chorus: J. Marsh] No, no, no, no, no Ain't what you wanna do, listen here I know it sounds crazy, but niggas try to play me, ooh [Chorus: J. Marsh] I keep that choppa on my seat (Right there beside me) For niggas tryna rob (They gon' be dyin') A hunid rounds in the trunk (Bullets be flyin') And if you think I'm lyin' (Just come and try me) I keep that choppa on my seat (Right there beside me) For niggas tryna rob (They gon' be dyin') A hunid rounds in the trunk (Bullets be flyin') And if you think I'm lyin' (Just come and try me) [Verse 1: Big Pimp] I don't talk to nobody, I don't bother nobody I don't fuck with nobody else shit I don't walk with nobody, I don't holla at nobody I don't fuck with nobody else clique Stay away from these niggas, don't play with these niggas So, niggas don't play with my shit If you threaten me, nigga, and I catch your ass slippin' I promise I'll spray at you quick 'Cause, bitch, I work hard for mine Every damn day, I'm on this God damn grind Every damn day, I hit the clock 'round 5 And every damn day, I can't wait to fry Don't even play 'bout stakin' mine I'll relocate your face and spine You don't understand what a nigga tryna say? Well, okay, let me just break it down (Break it down) When we on the road, gettin' money for shows And a ho try to rob, I'm bustin' When I pull in my yard, and you got on that dog I don't know who you are, I'm bustin' Give a fuck who you are, if you black or white Mexican or Japanese You might think I'm ridin' solo, ho But just know [Chorus: J. Marsh] I keep that choppa on my seat (Right there beside me) For niggas tryna rob (They gon' be dyin') A hunid rounds in the trunk (Bullets be flyin') And if you think I'm lyin' (Just come and try me) I keep that choppa on my seat (Right there beside me) For niggas tryna rob (They gon' be dyin') A hunid rounds in the trunk (Bullets be flyin') And if you think I'm lyin' (Just come and try me) [Verse 2: Gangsta] Okay now, first of all, let me start it off By sayin' I ain't a killa, but don't push me But all that actin' hard will get you close to God 'Cause niggas need to know that I ain't pussy Now, I don't want the beef, and I ain't promotin' violence But these young niggas these days be wildin' Run up on me and bullets start flyin' That choppa talk, and everybody get quiet A hunid rounds, boy, I don't think you wanna try With these hunid rounds, boy, I'm a one-man ride I keep that thang right next to my side On the passenger seat, where the choppa gon' ride That's for protection, I ain't with the flexin' I don't up that thing, 'less a nigga test me 'Cause I'll be damned if a nigga stress me I check myself, can't no nigga check me If them jackboys try to jack your boy Then, out the window I'm dumpin' The first fifty straight headshots The next fifty goin' in your stomach I promise, dawg, you don't want it See, I don't fuck with y'all, so don't fuck with me But if that thought ever cross your mind Ayy, J. Marsh, tell 'em where that choppa be [Chorus: J. Marsh] I keep that choppa on my seat (Right there beside me) For niggas tryna rob (They gon' be dyin') A hunid rounds in the trunk (Bullets be flyin') And if you think I'm lyin' (Just come and try me) I keep that choppa on my seat (Right there beside me) For niggas tryna rob (They gon' be dyin') A hunid rounds in the trunk (Bullets be flyin') And if you think I'm lyin' (Just come and try me) [Outro: J. Marsh] On my seat (On my seat), on my seat (On my seat) For niggas tryna rob me, yeah (Niggas tryna rob me) Don't try me (Don't try me), don't try me (Don't try me) Woah, oh no Yeah, oh no