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Albums:

Chop Suey Rock, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Chop Suey [Canada CD] (System of a Down) · Cornet Chop Suey (Ruby Braff) · Cornet Chop Suey (Bob Barnard) · Chop Chop (Bell X1) · Chop Chop (Bell X1) · Error in the System/Fehler Im System (Peter Schilling) · Chop That Wood (Milez Benjiman) · Chop It! (Mykel Myers) · Chop My Money (I Don't Care) (P-Square) – and 90 other albums »


Picked up on my phone in Houston 
Everybody answered, everybody answered but they won't say why 
Then this dancer grabbed me down by the bus stop
fly ebony male
Ducktales! Huey, Duey, Louie, Fuey, chop suey
Egg foo young's on my tongue, hey, that's kind of gooey
I chopsticks with drop kicks
My
Rezner.
I got a Sex Pistol and a Gang of Bloodhounds,
Who walked up to a House of Pain and made Lethal Jump Around.
I ate Chop Suey while watching System
Bust my back on the Levy broke my strings on the BBC 
Found my chops on Eel Pie Island paid my dues at the Marquee 
Slagged off by the N.M.E. lost
tell that the Hillside was his home
Mo' scrill than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chop suey in the bushes
Dice game, craps, puffin on Taylors
twice 
Sold to that nigga name Canibus 
Me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk Doctor 
Hopping out the Hue helicopter to suey chop ya
at the sound of the organ
Saw the skeleton, the rider of the Four Horsemen
Pull out my dick, chop off my foreskin
Take the blood and write down my four sins
pierced just like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system - for murdering
rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock shit down
As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
But giving you more and more,
Charged by the system, for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode
Bound to catch another fuckin' charge when I explode
scream Beast Coast
Mother fucker watch or ride to regime,
We smoke by the zip blow it down til I'm steamed,
Bringing hope to my set it was all just a dream
And only present I'm dealin with is now 
The supreme slayer, I wrote the book of Isaih 
Layin bodies down by the layer 
Burn em before the assembly
other people's problems
'Cause strangers are starting to get worried
I'm in a hurry to try to slow the system down a bit
And find happiness before I
Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas
From the down underground are hangin' around the A-Town
Lookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5
Just
said, "what we doin'?," I said to I'm, let's chop
So now the people finally get three of the best locked
Never be another choppers comin' so let's rock,
said, "what we doin'?," I said to I'm, let's chop
So now the people finally get three of the best locked
Never be another choppers comin' so let's rock,
[ INTRO: Young Prod ]
Every since we dropped down
We noticed radio didn't want to swing with the locs
So like riders we swung with the gees
From
spine and throw em out by the lili pads and wait for a hit on my line. Cause this rap shit makes me wanna catch niggas like catfish, chop em up into
us
You don't want to see this Mo' Thug clique
To swift to be faded
Just hated by them foes
Throw blows, bow down hoes
Mo' Thug handle this like
hustlers play

(??)
I'm a treal ass hustler, a for real ass hustler
That made it create it not to be imatated by you trick ass busters
Straight hustling for
hustlers play

(??)
I'm a treal ass hustler, a for real ass hustler
That made it create it not to be imatated by you trick ass busters
Straight hustling for