Unlv - Boom Get Chopped lyrics

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I'm sick of it

Me to

Stop playin'

This here is for the

Tan shade man with the braid's

Stop playin' with me

I'm sick of it

Fake punk wanna be

Flip on this nine millmeter clip

[Verse One: Yella Boy]

Now you know this not some sunburst drink's

I'm so deaf then the Def. Comedy Jam

Open that clip, now clip up like I'm firm

I'm a super duper rap rapper

Steady makin' snappers

Hand's clapper, nigga my chopper got'cha

I'm on the first floor emergency

Bury me, mister I'm sick, I'm jump for joy

But quickly, in my disguise to finish the j-o-b

Ya see, I'm back on track, can ya get with that?

No, you's a hoe, you's a hoe Mystikal!

I pack ya up like there's nothin' to be

Down like a street, steady re-loadin' my weapon

Like a brass knuckle, and my soldiers I mean shoes

I mentally Retaliate, ya think ya slick

You not gonna bounce, you not gonna bow

Hoe you on my dick, but umm

I like the way you scream Yelllla!

Cuz, you be sweatin' so hard you need three or four towels

I tried to shoot you in yo head, I wanted to see some

Bloody bread, somebody in the crowd said

Girl, that boy dead Fuck Him!

He was a cheerleader anyway

You could never play it off hoe, you was really gay

Cuz you could break yo self but you can't break me

Cuz I'm a real fuckin' lyricst with U.N.L.V.

With the flow umm, Flower, you know what

>From the floor up, with the dirt rapper

I'm the dirty rap master, I'm comin' to Chop Ya!

With my knock you out style, that I practice

Like gymnastics', I'm a fantastic static phonetic

I'm out the attic, with the all black jacket

Bringin' much racket, snatch ya fagot

Worse then that standin' there I say

Hoe stop playin' with me!



We here stop him in his track's

Show him that I'm ruthless

Boom, Get Chopped!

We here to stop him in his track's

Got to get my motherfuckin' name

Boom Get Chopped!


[Verse Two: Lil' Ya]

How could bitches fuck with

Million dollar nigga's how ya figure?

It's all good for you to stroll through my hood

V.L. throw suspicious rock's at yo shit and

If they had k's they spray and leave you

Dead as a bitch! what type of nigga want's

To walk around here in braid's

What happened to the Chuck's, Levi's and the fad's

Swish blade in my pocket, when I see ya I'm a cut yo hair

No matter where, It's ugly you don't want to see

The capital Y-A get into yo shit nigga dick sucker!

Whoa flippin' motherfucker Michael Jackson pretendin'

You read for vision go suck a dick nigga

Reach around the whole Third hit that ass

Picture me and you in a two man cell

You washin' nigga's draw's takin' my

Dick leanin' on the wall now Mystikal you bitch you

Remember when you said you wasn't gonna bow

You disrespected the "U"

[Chorus: x2]

[Third Verse: Tec-9]

Criminal minded you been defined

As the fakest motherfucker in the Down South area

I think your goin' through a phaze

What made ya, turn around and talk shit

Your rhymes and you personally doesn't fit

Now wait a minute, remember that time

You got on Soul Train

You got the chance, and didn't even represent man

You faked the funk, actin' like a straight punk

Check it out, they thought you was like us

The motherfucker siked up

Turned around, had a fuckin' glitter glove

Now, can you tell me what the nigga here

Was thinkin' of?

I'm here to stop you in yo track's

The shit you do, be wack I'm fat

Shit's spittin' I done all ready stacked

Tellin' me that the nation wide

But you know, that I know,

You don't want the whole nation to know

You's a Hoe! fuck the piece treaty

You started this, where's my all black clothes and

My all black beanie, I play it Pinnately style

Leavin' ya gutless, leavin' ya buttless

We put together the bomb alarm

Half this shit you can't touch this,

You best's to stick to jumpin' around

Have the area first down, cuz I'm the hound and

You the clown, now wipe the sweet from my neck

Cuz you ain't nothin' but a bitch

[Chorus: x3]

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