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Boom Get Chopped Lyrics - Singles - Unlv

{talking} 

I'm sick of it 

Me to 

Stop playin' 

This here is for the 

Tan shade man with the braid's 

Stop playin' with me 

I'm sick of it 

Fake punk wanna be 

Flip on this nine millmeter clip 

 

{verse one: {yella boy} 

 

Now you know this not some sunburst drink's 

I'm so deaf then the def. comedy jam 

Open that clip, now clip up like I'm firm 

I'm a super duper rap rapper 

Steady makin' snappers 

Hand's clapper, nigga my chopper got'cha 

I'm on the first floor emergency 

Bury me, mister I'm sick, I'm jump for joy 

But quickly, in my disguise to finish the j-o-b 

Ya see, I'm back on track, can ya get with that? 

No, you's a hoe, you's 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! 

'cause, 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 

'cause you could break yo self but you can't break me 

'cause I'm 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 

I'm the dirty rap master, I'm comin' to chop ya! 

With my knock you out style, that I practice 

Like gymnastics', I'm a fantastic static phonetic 

I'm 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! 

'cause 

 

Chorus: 

 

We here stop him in his track's 

Show him that I'm ruthless 

Boom, get chopped! 

We here to stop him in his track's 

Got to get my motherfuckin' name 

Boom get chopped! 

{2x} 

 

Verse two: { lil' ya} 

 

How could bitches fuck with 

Million dollar nigga's how ya figure? 

It's all good for you to stroll through my hood 

V.l. throw suspicious rock's at yo shit and 

If they had k's they spray and leave you 

Dead as a bitch! what type of nigga want's 

To walk around here in braid's 

What happened to the chuck's, levi's and the fad's 

Swish blade in my pocket, when I see ya I'm 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' nigga's draw's 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" 

 

Chorus:{2x} 

 

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 doesn'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? 

I'm here to stop you in yo track's 

The shit you do, be wack I'm fat 

Shit's 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 

You's a hoe! fuck the piece treaty 

You started this, where's 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 best's to stick to jumpin' around 

Have the area first down, 'cause I'm the hound and 

You the clown, now wipe the sweet from my neck 

'cause you ain't nothin' but a bitch 

 

Chorus:{3x}