12 Choppa Gang - BigTuffMafia

He was black and handsome and mighty, mighty brave Comin' from the backwoods, the grandson of a slave He was caught for something they knew he'd never done And he was diggin' ditches out in the burnin' sun Working on the chain gang, no more Working on the chain gang, no more Working on the chain gang, no more Working on the chain gang, no more No more, no more, no more Man he was a giant and iron he could bend And he swore he'd fight them down to the bitter end Though he was no talker his burnin' eyes would say You may keep on tryin' can't hold me no way Working on the chain gang, no more Working on the chain gang, no more Working on the chain gang, no more Working on the chain gang, no more No more, no more, no more And one night he lay in waiting Hit the guard and took the key And before the others caught him He jumped out and he was free He jumped out and he was free He made for the swamp lands it seemed a hopeless duel They had dogs and shotguns and they were mighty cruel But they couldn't find him, he was too smart and strong Hiding' in the daytime, wandering all night long Working on the chain gang, no more Working on the chain gang, no more Working on the chain gang, no more

Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd Ayy, big 13 gang Blrrrd Blrrrd Ayy, let's go, let's go Draco kicking no karate, I snuck the Glock in the party (kung fu) My niggas they go retarted, dump you like some fucking garbage 223 hit his body, now his ass a trending topic (blrrrd, blrrrd) Bullets flying, niggas hidin', mask on, out there robbin' It's the sitch', you know the bitch, chopper Glocks, we got the rich Hit yo' block up just like that (blrrrd) You know the rest Ayy, blrrrd, you know what's next We fo' deep and we a threat He say slime and I say set Matter fact, hang where you at Just threw it in cruise control Hoping I don't lose control, tryna send me a text It's 663 like a jet Shoot you in yo' head, gotta hit you two timеs in yo' chest Know you gon' survive after that I know yo' mama gon' bе crying after that (after that) I know it's gon' be a fish fry after next (after next) Hit the block ten more times after that We fine, niggas gon' be dying (blrrrd, blrrrd) This ain't ya time I drink Henn', don't fuck with wine Want water, pour fo's and Sprite (water, water) Two double cup, get some ice (ice) We finna be lit tonight Skippin' town, taking flights (tonight, let's go) Ski masks up and take a life (let's go) Gang for life of three, we play a big part in this shit (big part) Behind the housing shit won't work (no) The chop' I shoot go through the bricks (shoot through) I put my all up on the line, I still be slidin' I'm taking risks (we slidin', we taking risks) You better not stop firing 'til it's empty Just keep shooting until it click (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd) I'm a big snake, you a rat You know them two won't ever mix (know the two won't ever mix) Just look at him, he gon' tell These niggas two times six (he tellin', he's a snake, he twelve) But we got whatever you need Tell Wop what you tryna get (what you gon' get) Just look at my clientele We got beef, it's up, I'll check the list (huh) This something you know (let's go) And when I'm standing down, everybody 'round me known to blow (blrrrd) And ain't no nigga pushed up on us, we the ones who up the scope (yah) The opps be talking like they slime But I ain't gotta scratch a soul (no) We caught his ass moving fast and hit 'em up, he die slow Blrrrd, blrrrd We hit 'em up, he die slow Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd He die slow, ya, 13 gang just so you know Pulling out with them Dra-, we hopping out, let 'em blow Blrrrd, blrrrd, 13, 13, gang, new, gang 13, blrrrd, new gang F-O-E, one, three, the new gang, blrrrd

Yeah, yeah, huh? Yeah Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson Keep my weapon (yeah), heavy weapon (yeah, yeah, yeah) Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson (huh?) Keep my weapon, heavy weapon Book a flight to Dubai on the weekend (huh?) Bitch I'm geekin', bitch I'm piped up Tote weapons (huh?), keep my weapon Pimp a broke bitch, made that bitch rich (rich) Mac-11 on me, yeah we tote them poles (huh?) Dirty Sprite, yeah I dropped a fuckin' bean (bean) Walked inside the crib, two bad bitches on my bed (huh?) Chain swangin' off my neck, bitch is breakin' neck (ugh) I just threw a Xan, asked your bitch she dropped the split Hop up in that foreign, hop up in that Lexus (skrt, skrt) Hop up in the foreign, hop up in Mercedes (skrt, skrt) Ten grand for a show, runnin' up that stack (racks) Yeah your bitch, yeah she want me for some cash (cash) She don't wanna leave me 'lone Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson Keep my weapon (yeah), heavy weapon (yeah, yeah, yeah) Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson (huh?) Keep my weapon, heavy weapon Book a flight to Dubai on the weekend (huh?) Bitch I'm geekin, bitch I'm piped up Tote weapons (huh?), keep my weapon Fiji water, diamonds all up in my chains Fiji water, diamonds all up in my rings (rings) Diamonds shine like blang, we just hit a stain (huh?) Riding in the Range, Range Rover, now she quick to bendin' over Hoe don't walk up in my face if I can't talk to you Hoe don't walk up in my face if I can't take you home Hoe don't walk up in my face if I can't bend you over Now we spending cash, on some fuckin' jeans Saint Laurent jeans Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson Keep my weapon (yeah), heavy weapon (yeah, yeah, yeah) Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson (huh?) Keep my weapon, heavy weapon Book a flight to Dubai on the weekend (huh?) Bitch I'm geekin', bitch I'm piped up Tote weapons (huh?), keep my weapon