Lyrics:
a sucker ya better move on
Ya see it's P just flowin' with the microphone
Keyon layin' the tracks to the dope beat
The mixin' and scratchin' done by my nigga
shotgun, probably be your wife in it
Hustle year round nothing come in front of that
Rap real estate and work, I can make a ton with that
Pay me in
think I'm handsome
You might think I'm too aggressive
Really I think I'm too passive
'Til I pull out the chopper, start blastin'
1500, all in
I'm a rich nigga like I don't know
I can change if I wanna, but I won't though
Let's do it right even when I'm on the wrong road
Real talk from
I dont know what made them hate me
They trying to tear me down piece by piece
But I wont let them break me
The devil getting near me he's the only
shit fake, I could tell a Richard by its face
Real nigga, when I'm around y'all, I be feelin' out of place
The industry ain't let me in, the judge
of choppers
Carol City will make holes in you so big,
They can't be plugged by doctors
Nigga, this is the real Dade County
Where we are soldiers from
of choppers
Carol City will make holes in you so big,
They can't be plugged by doctors
Nigga, this is the real Dade County
Where we are soldiers from
cause I ain't coppin' out (nope)
And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
choppers gonna chop
Spinning hella blocks, shoot at hella opps
Cheeto in the White House replaced by a dead opp
They tried to trap me in but Roddys in
a voicemail she said that she want me
She call me five more times guess she don't get it
She got a chopper reloaded by cupid my heart is really always gone be
You decide if you gonna live or die
I’m on the road have been chasing on the bag
triple treat when I pull up with my squad choppers go dah dah dah
Solo!
All my niggas ready man
Movin' steady man
Chain broke off the levy man
Pipe up, turn up, Haa
I do this shit for real (Real)
Bitch I got money,
the pain in 'em
Boy, I won't play, I'll go to war about my gang members
I was in the trenches slidin' with them grave diggers
Chopper showers, he gon'
Loud on the scale, chopper on the table
And I'm my brother's keeper, Cane and Able
I sware that I been through it all
Made a couple hundred G's,
(locked in)
No, you don't need that, how you rollin' in that hot Benz? (ah, ah)
36, 34 lil' momma goddam
Find out you just want be loved by a hood nigga
Welcome to the section of the Hot Boys,
Look out for the infrared dot boy
Second Verse [Bullet Proof]:
S.K.'s, choppers, that's how we play,
Ride all day,
the fake and there's the real and you ain't foolin' me, nigga
Lotta money to be made out here, just who gonna get it?
In a class of my own, I don't see no
here an' by
Say dirty South, dirty South
Say dirty South, dirty South
To my thugs from the Field, deep down in the South
Real big guns an' barred
The filthy, nasty, dirty South
I represent Albany gorillas, rock choppers an' drug niggas
We bust shots an' slugs on hot blocks for thug niggas
I'm
niggas, yo' niggas?
Hope those niggas real as mine
There's a difference between underrated and hasn't made it
Once you successful they relentlessly giving
the Glock out (Stick the Glock out)
This chopper got a AMP, I'ma rock out (I'ma rock out)
When it's time for smoke, they gon' cop out (They gon' cop out)
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
Alright, I just don't know
It just one of them vibes I'm in right now
I kept it real with you
I'm in Miami right now, I'm in Miami
I'm sick
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