Playas Wit Da Choppas

This shit is dedicated to my boy Young P.U.G., you know what I'm sayin'

And my **** Young Killahoe, just made it home, ho, you know what I'm sayin'

And all my other partners locked up

Mac Dre, what's up? You in this bitch, mayne

And it's to y'all, straight from the G-Block, boy

Check it out

I'm from the Bay, where killer carry chops to make a motherfucker bleed

And life revolves off getting rich and staying keyed

We cuss out hoes in between sippin' Heem

Where times is fast and peace is just a little scheme

They give us the worst, but still we livin' like kings

Cellular phone, gold and million-dollar dreams

All in this land of the lost

Where big-time deaths'll get that ass tossed off

A bridge named Carquinez, my cuddie, he got the line on the nina

So we can let loose and see who got the most juice

It ain't no use, so give it up

Your partners is bitches and you ain't got enough nuts

I'm from the home of the jacker, cold Crestside TEC packer

Poppin' the shit, the 33rd'll holla at ya

I ain't worried, 'cause all them suckers gettin' buried

Let's get out this game, 'fore you get maimed and catch a flurry

Now, where my **** with the choppers?

All the TEC-9's in the waistline of creased Dockers

Tell my cuddie, blaze a shocker

And we gon' talk about them bitches or the busters on my roster

Now, where my **** with the choppers?

All the TEC-9's in the waistline of creased Dockers

Tell my cuddie, blaze a shocker

And we gon' talk about them bitches or the busters on my roster

Well, let me take it to the G-block, selling coke, weed, hop

Honkeys on my sack, I'm on the run, so watch your weed stop

Having shit sowed up, youngsters holler, "Hold up"

Tryna get the jib because they see your partner blowed up

Something nice, but not overnight

Had to check a few suckers, had to take a few flights

But now it's cooler than ever, bought my crew 9 Berettas

And told 'em watch out for suckers 'cause small-timers are jealous

Them motherfuckers bring the heat, not the funk but the fuzz

When I catch you in the street, plain and simple, you're fucked

Like a toss up, **** crossed up, so save it

Fuckin' with them federal agents, you'll never make it

Now, where my **** with the choppers

Or the TEC-9's in the waistline of creased Dockers

Tell my cuddie, blaze a shocker

And we gon' talk about them bitches or the busters on my roster

Now, where my **** with the choppers

Or the TEC-9's in the waistline of creased Dockers

Tell my cuddie, blaze a shocker

And we gon' talk about them bitches or the busters on my roster

18 and over, Rolex dope, no baking soda

Four big oceans and just straight soldiers

Real ****, free killers, big wheelers

A one way ticket to get bigger

And there's no return, so I learned to keep the jealous at a distance

A player hater had me in Quentin with murder in the first degree

And he was cool, he used to get perked with me

But he's a fool, duckin' with some federal shit

We ride rentals and we hoppin' out with metal and shit

Causin' havoc, know you shouldn'ta fucked with me, trick

I'll wait 'til 3 in the morning and give your front door a kick, bitch

Now, where my **** with the choppers

Or the TEC-9's in the waistline of creased Dockers

Tell my cuddie, blaze a shocker

And we gon' talk about them bitches or the busters on my roster

Now, where my **** with the choppers?

Or the TEC-9's in the waistline of creased Dockers

Tell my cuddie, blaze a shocker

And we gon' talk about them bitches or the busters on my roster

Now, where my **** with the choppers

Now, where my **** with the choppers

Now, where my **** with the choppers

Now, where my **** with the choppers

Now, where my **** with the choppers

Now, where my **** with the choppers

Now, where my **** with the choppers, yeah, yeah

Now, where my **** with the choppers

Now, where my **** with the choppers