[Intro (Chopper Talking)]
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What's happenin'
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this ya boy Chopper City, ya heard me
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New Orleans
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[1st Verse]
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I'm from the dirty, but I stay so fresh, so clean
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With all these throwbacks, you think I got a time machine
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Kodak moment, everytime I hit scenes
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Cuz I'm a young Zodac bonin', I flip keys
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Alicia aint, got, nothin' on me, I'm so shady
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Tha benz is delicious, tha color is all gravy
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Please believe, my squad be them DBE's
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We ridin' in them drop tops, wit them DVD's
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Spreewells on them alloys, daddy I'm so jiggy
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I flow so sickly, I roll with P. Diddy
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Fa-Shiggety!!!, tha thug shit just run in my kidney
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Always on point aint no nigga gone put no steel to me
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Feelin' me, every move I make
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It replay, EA Sports style, especially on tha freeway
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whodi so wild, I keep thangs that bark loud
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move the whole crowd, I suggest niggaz to roll out
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Listen!
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[Hook 2x]
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I'm a bad boy, get out my way, 'rilla
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bust shots on the block, when I spray, 'rilla
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ya get, chopped up, with the chopper
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ya dog ass gone get done for it
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ya betta run for it
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[2nd Verse]
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Tha bad boy's untamed guerrilla
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I keeps it rilla' man ya gots to feel me
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Worldwide connected from Ghanistan to Philly
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What the dilly, I'm in tha milli' dropped 2-seater
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With creepers strapped with nina's, fuckin' with senoritas
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Jesus, I'm just off the meters
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Believe, I still do got more stripes, and shelves than Adidas
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Slang base-n-ball like Alex Rodriguez
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Put ya foggles on, ya'll niggaz can't see me, like
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I up, my level a notch to better
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I can make a hit, a-capella
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Ya can't, knock tha fella
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I'm here now, I ain't going nowhere
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Believe that, love it or not, the boy is here
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The boy don't fear, shit, I been bad since birth, dog
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Taught to blast, mash, get the cash, and murk off
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Skkiirrt!!! fake niggaz catch down syndrax
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call 9-1-index, these niggaz is jive
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ya hoe, I'm all in that, she lovin' the guy
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fa' sho', look at her now, the stomach taped with pies
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Ya heard me!
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[Hook 2x]
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I'm a bad boy, get out my way, 'rilla
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bust shots on the block, when I spray, 'rilla
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ya get, chopped up, with the chopper
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ya dog ass gone get done for it
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ya betta run for it
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[3rd Verse]
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I'm that nigga, I got clout, like BIG got in Bed Stuy
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I'm that fly, with big guns, that splat guys
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I shit pies, van diesel, triple X, I
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And pull deadly stunts, just like I'm Left Eye
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Ain't, no, half steppin' to test mines
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If ya, want it then come and get, I'll make a name for ya
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You gone get, what the fuck you came for, the chainsaw
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(chainsaw rumble)sawed off ya ankles
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play like it's slavery, and hang ya, daddy
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I catch ya playin' me, its danger
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Taught to rap, make it crack, snackle and pop
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all out of type, thats the way I act on the block
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Bout green, dope fiend supplier
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Keep a beam of iron
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In the jungle full of theives and lions
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I am, focused man, the bad boy soldier
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landed on the top, I thought I told ya man
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Listen!
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[Hook 4x]
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I'm a bad boy, get out my way, 'rilla
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bust shots on the block, when I spray, 'rilla
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ya get, chopped up, with the chopper
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ya dog ass gone get done for it
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ya betta run for it
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[Chopper talking]
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Huh bruh?, ya heard me
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Bad Boy, ya heard me
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For life, man
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This how I'm livin'
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right out chea' man
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New Orleans, to the day I die
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3rd Ward, Uptown man
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Ya dig, I'm a bad boy man
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they can't stop me
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Young City, ya heard me
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Dofat, holla back!
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Chopped Up
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Bad Boy's Da Band |