Tekster:
The Click Get Chopped

get chopped They wanna take me for what I got, boom get chopped They wants to strike through my block, boom get chopped But I'm up on they plot, boom get chopped

Boom get chopped They wanna take me for what I got Boom get chopped They wants to strike through my block Boom get chopped But I'm up on they plot Boom get chopped

of death Stop your breath, if you trip on the click A hot thump to your chest and your back just rips You wanna be a made man, the fam accepts no mistakes Chopped

ya stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad Steady watching myself, got eyes in my back Don't take no slack, when you managing the trap If you work out, gotta get

the sky Why I never liked chicken pot pie? Or the chopped chicken on rye? So, tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up Slice, poke, chop chop, stab,

hitting your back pockets get swiss back How can a mac get his shit back You want to click-clack your person you can get that You get your shit cluft

take my own life like this Or click me a bitch nigga, in the windpipe like this That's right bitch, I'm a ignant son of a bitch And I do click quick,

I've only got some Since I can't depend on my niggaz, I put my faith up in my shotgun Rolling around in my '78, reminiscing on the past 16 years old trying to get

, you motherfuckin' crybabies? Get in line punk, you should be studyin' your odds Instead of studyin' me That's how you lost your first job, punk Now, get