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all your stuff
Not sweatin' hard enough you gotta work it up
Here we go to the floor
I tell you once more
Chop it up cause you standing like
on top of the drop
But fuck it, who ever thought I would rock at the Roc (Killa)
Top a top on top of the top, but yo nothing definite
I chop up
the cards I flip 
Maybe he be struckin wit 
I think he used to slang them rocks 
Set up shop on this here block 
Orange Bloosm apartment three 
Niggas ain't
ahks
Cook it watch it roll 'round the pot, then they come shop (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Playin' with the Spider, they pull up and then they chop (rrr)
chop bust a flip flop 
Skateboard tennis shoes ice cream shop
Telephone poles bakin' hot rolls 
A '91 pinto sittin' on Vogues
Bubble gum tick tock
Chops burn the house down, we build it from the ground under
Run through your town, catch pounds and bounce like flubber
Hotter than a Stevie
they think this is
I feel a sharp pain in my neck
Now I can't see, I'm like Hiram
They hit me with the dart filled with the pork chop serum
I tried
Je suis un québécois de souche
Ma loi 101 faut pas qu'tu y touches
C'est pas que j'sais pas ben parler
Mais chu un colon anglicisé

A' shop les
a booster
Chop up the beat like I used a yakuza
We got the producer
He supah dee dupah
And I am so stoned like I checked out Medusa

Medusa, Medusa, Medusa
(Takin out your crew cause we can
Get the gun) Better yet a knife what the heck
The job gets done (When we chop the head from the neck)

Since I'm
bout my cash
I was a stick up kid, I snatch your chain and dash
And if the pawn shop wanted it I bound it fast
Or I'm creepin through your window breakin
weight, rock up, roll and get the papes
Chop them hoez and then you skate, back to the block wit the deflate
Grams the O's, slabes to whole one's da flake
own risk, cause fool to the tip you'll be gone with the wind
Playa

[Chorus]
[Master P]
Time to chop some game with the ballers
It ain't about
me,
I open up shop, open up shop cause I got candy

Chorus ii: he's got candy! yo eyes roll in your head,
Mo b. dick: you toss and turn in yo bed
Cause
Everyday all day, ain't no way
Boys can't stop as I slide through your neighborhood
Chop chop chop, headed straight to the top
I only play to win, 'bout
Everyday all day, ain't no way
Boys can't stop as I slide through your neighborhood
Chop chop chop, headed straight to the top
I only play to win, 'bout
the corner, broken down Pinto
You can tell who got the mail who got the biggest chops
My million dollar spot... beyatch!

I can take a chance, I could live
and let that little bitch lush
I pull up and chop at your cousin, your bus
Little nigga, you know what it was
You know what it is, you know what it does
slide through your neighborhood
Chop chop chop, headed straight to the top
I only play to win -- bout to close up shop
Showstoppin dead end, pimp the pen
slide through your neighborhood
Chop chop chop, headed straight to the top
I only play to win -- bout to close up shop
Showstoppin dead end, pimp the pen
the rhymes flyin' off

When I get finish wit cha, you gonna feelin', dog tired, boss
Jump shop, hop flight, cop ride and
Tellin' finally smell it and chop it
bout my cash
I was a stick up kid, I snatch your chain and dash
And if the pawn shop wanted it I bound it fast
Or I'm creepin through your window breakin
and pageantry
I ain't even mad, I'm impressed, shit it's baffling
God almighty, chop an ivory tower to piano keys
Play your own dirge on the way to surfing
turns black that means it's bamma
If it's too many seeds in your weed, then chop 'em down
If your bud gets bogus, then run his ass out of town
I'm

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