Lyric Boom Get Chopped

{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!
Cuz, 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
Cuz you could break yo self but you can t break me
Cuz 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!
Cuz

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, cuz I m the hound and
You the clown, now wipe the sweet from my neck
Cuz you ain t nothin but a bitch

Chorus:{3x}