Playas Wit da Choppas

Lyrics

[Intro] This shit is dedicated to my boy Young P.U.G., you know what I'm sayin' And my nigga Young Killahoe, just made it home, ho, you know what I'm sayin' And all my other partners locked up Mac Dre, what's up? You in this bitch, mayne And it's to y'all, straight from the G-Block, boy Check it out [Verse 1] I'm from the Bay, where killer carry chops to make a motherfucker bleed And life revolves off getting rich and staying keyed We cuss out hoes in between sippin' Heem Where times is fast and peace is just a little scheme They give us the worst, but still we livin' like kings Cellular phone, gold and million-dollar dreams All in this land of the lost Where big-time deaths'll get that ass tossed off A bridge named Carquinez, my cuddie, he got the line on the nina So we can let loose and see who got the most juice It ain't no use, so give it up Your partners is bitches and you ain't got enough nuts I'm from the home of the jacker, cold Crestside TEC packer Poppin' the shit, the 33rd'll holla at ya I ain't worried, 'cause all them suckers gettin' buried Let's get out this game, 'fore you get maimed and catch a flurry [Chorus] Now, where my niggas with the choppers? All the TEC-9's in the waistline of creased Dockers Tell my cuddie, blaze a shocker And we gon' talk about them bitches or the busters on my roster Now, where my niggas with the choppers? All the TEC-9's in the waistline of creased Dockers Tell my cuddie, blaze a shocker And we gon' talk about them bitches or the busters on my roster [Verse 2] Well, let me take it to the G-block, selling coke, weed, hop Honkeys on my sack, I'm on the run, so watch your weed stop Having shit sowed up, youngsters holler, "Hold up" Tryna get the jib because they see your partner blowed up Something nice, but not overnight Had to check a few suckers, had to take a few flights But now it's cooler than ever, bought my crew 9 Berettas And told 'em watch out for suckers 'cause small-timers are jealous Them motherfuckers bring the heat, not the funk but the fuzz When I catch you in the street, plain and simple, you're fucked Like a toss up, niggas crossed up, so save it Fuckin' with them federal agents, you'll never make it [Chorus] Now, where my niggas with the choppers Or the TEC-9's in the waistline of creased Dockers Tell my cuddie, blaze a shocker And we gon' talk about them bitches or the busters on my roster Now, where my niggas with the choppers Or the TEC-9's in the waistline of creased Dockers Tell my cuddie, blaze a shocker And we gon' talk about them bitches or the busters on my roster [Verse 3] 18 and over, Rolex dope, no baking soda Four big oceans and just straight soldiers Real niggas, free killers, big wheelers A one way ticket to get bigger And there's no return, so I learned to keep the jealous at a distance A player hater had me in Quentin with murder in the first degree And he was cool, he used to get perked with me But he's a fool, duckin' with some federal shit We ride rentals and we hoppin' out with metal and shit Causin' havoc, know you shouldn'ta fucked with me, trick I'll wait 'til 3 in the morning and give your front door a kick, bitch [Chorus] Now, where my niggas with the choppers Or the TEC-9's in the waistline of creased Dockers Tell my cuddie, blaze a shocker And we gon' talk about them bitches or the busters on my roster Now, where my niggas with the choppers? Or the TEC-9's in the waistline of creased Dockers Tell my cuddie, blaze a shocker And we gon' talk about them bitches or the busters on my roster [Outro] Now, where my niggas with the choppers Now, where my niggas with the choppers Now, where my niggas with the choppers Now, where my niggas with the choppers Now, where my niggas with the choppers Now, where my niggas with the choppers Now, where my niggas with the choppers, yeah, yeah Now, where my niggas with the choppers Now, where my niggas with the choppers