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Look real nigga
Surrounded only by real niggas
Call me Clinton
I only charge to bill niggas
You don't know me
But I pull up on your block
You ain't homie

up my bro

(Hey hold up, how many you want?
I'm finna meet you right there man, by that cut off 78th and Caselin, aight?)

Young nigga still serving

his brain, must be crazy
He was all on live with choppers
Got killed by a .380
Pussy nigga watch yo' mouth
Send a diss we spin yo' house
Bullets rip yo'

Choppers and Glocks hit niggas' face
(Hit niggas' face)
If you not fam, get stomped by the gang
(Get stomped by the what?) (Yuh)
If you not fam, get stomped

Got a motherfucking six shooter
Stuffed in my sweatpants
I ain't playin', I ain't scared of 'em
Tell them pussy niggas let's dance
Chopper make your

we ready, got that chopper, we gon' murder you
Niggas real fools, talk down, we gon' kill you

Bye-bye-bye, fuck you, nigga
Dumbass nigga, bitch-ass

they fall On
Ain't gonna let by gon be by gon
They were on my tail for so long
Deleting day can't be prolong
Lasser on my chopper green shit On
No filter

Every week switch the paint, that's the baller code
Chopper, chopper, chopper, chopper
Sneeze, wipe his nose (Dro) 

Pop it, get cheddar
Stupid ice

face it that's growth, pay attention take notes
You over forty and movin' work better be by the boat
Better be by the dock, better not be by your home

crashed out, bustin' with that chopper
Got your nigga killed, speakin' on my motherfuckin' potty

Niggas for real, when the motherfuckin' fully's get

and count dough by the mill's
That's real. I ride the wheels till' they fall off
Sittin still wit a sawed-off ready to blow a arm off
Oh, Lord! You don't want

Rotation 112th

Jay Rock

Redemption

drop shit
Chopsticks on me

To all the real niggas, let's pledge allegiance right now
Okay, I slide by myself, I don't need no help (that's right)

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I guess sometimes it's just better not to say anything at all
(What)
I came through with a chopper no Hells Angel
Had to tell

gone act real funny
Don't care lil bitch I got the money
Know me lil bitch let that chopper swing
When I hit her from the back that bitch gone scream
I

Uptown My Home

B.G.

Chopper City in the Ghetto

1999

the same place, nigga UPT
Represent the same war, VL 13
Still carry mine tighter, niggas real B.G.
Still tote my chopper, and my 2-23
Now Cash Money is my

bitch Aretha 
I keep my duece duece by my side my senorita 
Ice on planet pluto freezing ritas 

These niggas aint real should have known it from

Demon time, I surely feel the vibe Halloween the mood so I don't want no valentine
I just want a bag of bullets, chopper with a nine
I might go

I'm a young nigga, go by the name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I issue

if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot

Yellin', "Gang, " tellin' my real
Ones I won't change, nigga
(Granny, Slinko makin' beats again)
Yeah (Splurge the God made another one) , remain the same,

3rd Ward Solja

Juvenile

Solja Rags

1997

You gone take them five?  Or you gone take them to the trial?
And go get denied?  
By that probation and you just got, caught with that fry
That

belong to a chopper
Uh, uh, hey I cannot kick shit like it soccer

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fuckin' loaded, he can buy two Phantoms
Seen whackers get whacked by whackers (what else?)
The jackers, jacked by jackals
He a real robber, he tried

bitches that know my name
If you reachin' for my chain I hit you with the chopper, bang
I hit these bitches from the back, I smack her like a podie-tang