Chop Em Down

Lyrics

[Chorus ?] Y'all niggas talk shit, eh, I don't play around I let the chopper chop 'em down, chopper chopper chop 'em down Something on my waist, that you don't want in your face Let the chopper chop 'em down Chopper chopper chop 'em down Chopper Chopper Chopper chop 'em down Let the chopper chopper chop 'em down Let the chopper chopper chop 'em down [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Beef get me estatic, time to creep in your attict I would do it myself, but I can pay for it, faggot Man, these women a habit, linen and fabric I be moving a lot, so kevlar undеr my jacket Niggas undercover cops, mothеrfucking props Music to my ear, getting you motherfuckers shot Death before dishonor in this honor, counting commas Marijuana farmer, time to roll up like a condom Money long, Big Francs by the pound Damn right I run the south, they see the face and lay it down Got a chopper in that bitch, Russ Brown You ain't gotta see it, everybody know the sound [Verse 2: Red Cafe] Nother day, nother chopper to your face Putting y'all through the mix in the fire place Fully auto strap, I don't wanna rap See I be throwing bullets, I'm your favorite quarterback Gorilla killer, casket sealer Since a lil nigga, been a cocaine dealer How you want it? You can get it, put your order in You wanna play? I'm tooled up, put your quarter in My trigger finger itchy, chopper be my BFF, yeah, Nicole Ritchie I've been gone for a minute, know you niggas miss me Now I'm back loud, better duck when the coppers from my chop-chopper fly [Chorus ?] Y'all niggas talk shit, eh, I don't play around I let the chopper chop 'em down, chopper chopper chop 'em down Something on my waist, that you don't want in your face Let the chopper chop 'em down Chopper chopper chop 'em down Chopper Chopper Chopper chop 'em down Let the chopper chopper chop 'em down Let the chopper chopper chop 'em down [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] See that fire, strobe light strike from the barrel I got it on smash, if you ain''t noticing trucks, I'm demanding all cash Chop along like a coffin, you better haul ass And when I cock it, shit be sounding like a car crash Lots of casualties, from making niggas swallow bullets the size of Duracell batteries I pop the chopper so much, I get a heat rash Bullets breakfast your meat, like corn beef hash Sometimes they call me menopause, the way my heat flash Bullets lift you out your drawers, and leave a deep gash You see them coming, nigga, better run See the size of this chopper? Fuck your pellet gun When you see this chopper, go head and do the math The autograph is when the chopper chop the street in half That's why to me, most of you niggas is clowns So when you niggas talk, I just let the chopper chop 'em down