Tekst:
Da Band Chopped Up

bust shots on the block, when I spray, 'rilla ya get, chopped up, with the chopper ya dog ass gone get done for it ya betta run for it [Chopper talking

your neck a bloody fountain (Chorus 2x) Everybody everybody everybody run Murdering murdering murdering fun Swing swing swing Chop chop chop Swing swing swing Chop chop chop

run up and get done up if they want Think I'm gon hestiate nigga I want I tear it down yo whole block With the chopper chop down yo hole block With chopper chop

crome and rubber bands Paint lookin' like Candy land, it's Slim the South Paw trigger man Flippin' work and whippin' weight, rock up, roll and get the papes Chop

gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shop I'm like Elvis in there, they can't believe you dropped Now I'm moving on up to George and Weezy's spot I picked up

(OK) we bump dat Cross Movement We bump that Lampmode (Lampmode) we bout that Jesus musik Get up yo hands bro (get up yo hands bro) yeah It might be screwed and chopped

Me Nigga Chorus..... [Verse: Lil Wayne] Im Gettin Money Im The President Junior An In Da Hood They Call Me Weezy Da Future An Everybody Dats Around Me Will Shootya An Nigga My Band

a G [Chorus] [Verse 2:] I got oprah fron? da 80? s rapped up in rubber bands Party like a rockstar but dis ain't a rock band Throwin? money in da club changing up

hah.. Okay, shut up! [Chorus: Trick Daddy] Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up! Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up! Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up! Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up