(verse 1)
It's c-note,Mr luck and luchino, n***as got cheese but want more keys than a piano (a piano),short stop big shot,n***as out spot,you can park all them Bentley's in our block,lil head he got this shit cocked,more importantly fucking,you can seem like you beating me as I'm just out of the bucket,in sending this out to fake n***as,we all shining,you can buy my chain n***as it's our time,try to play me like Mt Suge in this shit(in this shit)we all big thugs all the bullets I'ma spit (I'ma spit) a pussy down like a soldier,I told ya, botany boys click (bitch)will take you down

(Hook)
Chop chop chop on them blades when we slide,chop chop chop goes them Kay's when we ride you gonna die fucking with them n***as out the sides,so whatcha talking about (whatcha talking about)

Chop chop chop on them blades when we slide,chop chop chop goes them Kay's when we ride you gonna die fucking with them n***as out the sides,so whatcha talking about (whatcha talking about)

(Verse 2)
Years ago a friend of mine asked me to say some Mc ryhmes,so I'm about to put it down like a real g should, represent my hood,cause this shit is not good,it's understood,to be a big shot, fuck with n***as and short stop,how many here thought this shit was going to stop,how we rock,on my block,when we creeping, n***as peepin,when our dick deepin,your bitch is peepin cause it's chop chop chop goes them blades when we slide,chop chop chop goes them Kay's when we ride,you gonna die, fucking with some n***as out the sides,so whatcha talking about (so whatcha talking about)

(Verse 3)
On your mark get set ready,I'm all about my fete's,big shot is in your block chopping like a machete,9 millimeter steady,17 shots heavy,mob ya thread make you regret you ever met me,n***as they wanna test me,so come and try and get me,I'm all over the bars no less than 150,small fingers can't pay me,short stop just let me,see the thang down south it's the convertible rose Bentley,rose next presidently,buck shot fifty by the Jones South Pole is what my neighbors hear me,paper we got plenty, your bank account in it for this thug shit,and drug shit,I can't let hittas in

(Hook)
Chop chop chop on them blades when we slide,chop chop chop goes them Kay's when we ride you gonna die fucking with them n***as out the sides,so whatcha talking about (whatcha talking about)

Chop chop chop on them blades when we slide,chop chop chop goes them Kay's when we ride you gonna die fucking with them n***as out the sides,so whatcha talking about (whatcha talking about)

(Verse 4)
So you wanna ride with big shots,you get them buck shots, fucking with n***as out that was short stop, this is our block,our stop,and I already told you,you gonna park all them Bentley's in our block,got the girls in the hood pleasing us, keeping our cheese, keeping the heat from us,disturbing the brothers in the morning loving us, caught them riding,on the south side,at night on 64's 6'8 candy paint rolls and grills

(Verse 5)
We chicken flipping, dipping syrup,we never hate,when it takes our homie to get your Glock, chopping on them blades,with the big shot, remember me Rasheed from the show stop, chop chop chop on them blades when we ride,pop pop pop,on the Kay when we slide, paper stacking, Bernie macking,we got plenty action, remember what we got accommodate satisfaction,lil Troy by me,the grim reaper,3rd coast taking over the game it's getting deeper,see the first degree,rocka Dee,come and see the life up in this indisqtry

(Hook)
Chop chop chop on them blades when we slide,chop chop chop goes them Kay's when we ride you gonna die fucking with them n***as out the sides,so whatcha talking about (whatcha talking about)

Chop chop chop on them blades when we slide,chop chop chop goes them Kay's when we ride you gonna die fucking with them n***as out the sides,so whatcha talking about (whatcha talking about)