[Chorus: Project Pat]
On the block we got them choppers
We got them choppers in the car we got them choppers
We got them choppers at the club we got them choppers we got
Them choppers ain't no love we got them choppers we got
Them choppers

[Verse 1: B.G.]
Look chopper totin' is my occupation
Set my, ground I'm representing in this situation
Since I was young it been all about paper chasing
It was a trauma for n***as that's player hatin'
I don't give a fuck, call it short ten years I was facing
Bitch wanted B.G. to get out but that ain't 'bout natin'
B.G. a livin' legend that represent the streets
TV's is what I'm watching while I'm in my Mercedes Jeep
I don't check bitch n***as, been splittin' n***as
I'm thuggin' with Project Pat we all rich n***as
Presidential Rolex wrapped around my wrist n***a
N***a hope after the show I'm fucking yo bitch n***a
Act like a n***a Cash Money like to shine n***a
Pay attention, 'cause we hypnotize yo mind n***a
About my cash so I stay on the grind n***a
You wanna war look I'm ready at all times n***a
'Bout mine n***a get it right get it right
[Verse 2: Birdman]
What you say B.G. these n***as better get it right
Everybody stay in line
N***as totin gats and breakin backs
But '98 we shine, in '99 it's n***a time
And I'm gone get mine
N***as incarcerated doing time shouting fuck one time
Got limo tents with rollie's that gone line
Totin two nines, shots from the front and behind
Let bitch n***as know they can't take mine
I'm using my mind, 'cause I'm enhancing doing crime
And you gon' hear it in all my rhymes
I'm moving bricks to set tricks making sure
Every hoe I fuck with suck my dick
My baby momma could miss me with that bullshit
I want the money, a Rolex, a '99 Roles Royce Corniche slick
N***as bettin' shoutin' how you luv that? These other
N***as keep stealin' but I don't understand that
Not fucking these hoes with Project Pat
N***a tell me how you love that, tell me how you love that

[Chorus: Project Pat]
On the block we got them choppers
We got them choppers in the car we got them choppers
We got them choppers at the club we got them choppers we got
Them choppers ain't no love we got them choppers we got
Them choppers
[Verse 3: Project Pat]
I'm yo dawg Project Pat, ghetto section A housing
Stomach pain growling got me on the prowling
Streets got me wildin' backstabbers smilin'
Now I'm catchin' checks for some hundreds and thousands
I'm housing these bitches, mane, don't try to down me
Grew up in the hood so you hoes better crown me
Get from 'round me, I'm a thug be beside me (out of state)
Some n***as wanna show love but they know they hate
Know they fake, when I touch ya dome won't be shit funny
Like Baby and B.G. I want that Cash Money
The fast money, I'm addicted to this fast life
Just like a junkie smoking crack out that glass pipe
Yo ass might as well try to jack yo momma
I never had shit, you run up and catch drama
A real n***a ya step ya die see yo ass
Rather try crack before you try me

[Chorus: Project Pat]
On the block we got them choppers
We got them choppers in the car we got them choppers
We got them choppers at the club we got them choppers we got
Them choppers ain't no love we got them choppers we got
Them choppers