My Choppa (Featuring Get Cool) - Khujo Goodie featuring Get Cool

D-Mac pop yo shit, D-Mac pop yo shit Damn Pliz Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Hoe, get like me Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Hoe, get like me I ain't never gave a fuck about a broke bitch I ain't never gave a fuck about no bitch Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Hoe, get like me I'm gettin' a lot, killin' shit, career gettin' murdered (murdered) You be the judge, show me the verdict I get my money converted Bitches be runnin' in circles (circles) Feel like I'm runnin' the circuit (circuit) Rake me up for the commercial Bands bustin' through my Birkins Bitch run up on me, get your shit smacked up Fucked for the pack, get a pack if you mismatched (bitch) Shootin' at the Wraith in a pitched back Slick keep aimin' at the scope, couldn't miss that (no) Hoe, you just broke get your money up You ain't even got a thousand (nope) Sellin' snacks, you need a tummy tuck (eww) Bitches really out here wildin' (nasty bitch) I got endorsements ready You're just a corpse, sit steady (steady) I'm on the Forbes list stuntin' (stuntin') I put the plaques on the wall I smell the plaque through your jaw You ain't got nothin', jumpin' off Bitch, get you some money (yeah) Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Hoe, get like me Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Hoe, get like me I ain't never gave a fuck about a broke bitch I ain't never gave a fuck about no bitch Bitch, get you some money (yeah) Bitch, get you some money (fuck the money, NLE) Bitch, get you some money Hoe, get like me (haha) Get you some money, I'm countin' up guap (yeah) Lean in my tummy, I sip out the bottle (yeah) I hopped in the game but you know I'm a problem (yeah) Shoot him in the neck, pop him in the collar (yeah, yeah, yeah) The route start workin', then you know I'm swingin' balls (let's go) But I get paid ten bands just to do a show (bitch, bitch) Bitch you know that I'm the man when I step up on the scene I got a hundred somethin' racks pokin' out my Balmain jeans (racks, cash, yeah) He wasn't there when we was down, so he can't join the team (can't do that) Don't you run up on me crazy 'Cause this Glocky got a beam (it got a beam) We do this murder shit for real, for my niggas I'll kill I'd do a hundred years, swear to God I won't squeal Never change on my gang, never changed for the fame If I see a bitch ass rapper, I'ma take that nigga chain, bitch, gang Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Hoe, get like me Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Hoe, get like me I ain't never gave a fuck about a broke bitch I ain't never gave a fuck about no bitch Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Hoe, get like me

Tryin' to take me back away Take me back on down There's nobody left to save in this town I keep runnin' away I keep runnin', runnin' away As long as I remember, been fightin' for my freedom Staying up, reading, searching for a way to beat 'em I'm a soldier. Bullshit – I don't really need it I used to stay weeded, now I'm standing undefeated You know I love my people. I write a fucking thesis On how we struggle and survive, but you won't read it And by the all of my people come from different races And come from different nations. They die for education All of my people fill the streets, they're scared of opposition My people take the country back from all you greedy bitches My people chop your head off for pimpin' little sisters My people know how to shut the fuck up and listen My people plannin' when, my people must prevail Some of my people cops, some of them locked in jail They all know the real, so you could keep the trash And take your propaganda, and shove it up your ass Tryin' to take me back away Take me back on down There's nobody left to save in this town They've been tryin' to shoot me down Ohh, I keep runnin' away I keep runnin', runnin' away My people never run, unless they run for cover And then return fire, until your ass smothered My people never bluffin', they know that life is real My people keep their word; it's worth a hundred mill Ain't no way you gon' survive when all my people strong They try to bury us alive, but we made it home It's time to kill Bill; I sharpened all my weapons I kissed the wife and kids. I'm talking to the reverend. I got two brothers sitting on their ass up in heaven. I cuss them both out every day, cause neither one is helping. My people working hard, or looking for a job. My people go to school. My people getting robbed. By the credit cards, thugs, and the greedy system. My people tried to play it cool, 'till the rules bit 'em. So welcome to the end, unless you let us in. This is the age of truth. The phoenix flies again. Tryin' to take me back away Take me back on down There's nobody left to save in this town They've been tryin' to shoot us down Ohh, I keep runnin' away I keep runnin', runnin' away Tryin' to take me back away Take me back on down There's nobody left to save in this town They've been tryin' to shoot me down Ohh, I keep runnin' away I keep runnin', runnin' away Tryin' to take me back away Take me back on down There's nobody left to save in this town They've been tryin' to shoot me down Ohh, I keep runnin' away I keep runnin', runnin' away

Pipe that shit up, TnT (DMac on the fuckin' track) Oh-oh, NLE the Top Shotta I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda Woah, woah Ayy, ayy, ayy Sometimes I gamble with my heart, I'm takin' chances, where my love at? Don't know where to start, it got me askin', "Where the drugs at?" Suburban who? 'Cause I be posted with the Rugrats Came up off of robbin', but my OG really sold crack Billion views up, but I'll still go and kill somethin' Take one of my dawgs and I'ma make sure all y'all feel one Unexpected shootout, you ain't knowin' when that drill come Come and shoot up who house? We gon' post up 'til you niggas come And I ain't goin' in 'til the mornin' I see a cop, I'm on it We leave his mama mournin' He send a threat, ignore it The internet for corporate We leave his body cold spread and then his breath aborted Wanna go far, but I know bullshit be stoppin' you Tell 'em keep goin' hard 'cause I know that's just what I would do People who pushin' through they battles, I swear I'm proud of you People who say they gon' be there for you ain't on side of you Granny and mama happy her son havin' a baby Movin' like a don, so them niggas steady hate me Mama say I'm crazy 'cause I'm posted with the Drac', man Tuck it in my pants, I can't let a nigga take me Life gettin' better, but sometimes it's gettin' hard People want beneficials, but they ain't play a part Turn your back on me, we getting ready for war Backseat with this Drac', we lettin' fire off in this car Gambles and crosses and losses, we take those If you ain't man enough, then my killers known to make those Pesos, we get even, that's if you owe, bro Game up in a chokehold, they tellin' me to let go Lately, I been havin' stress all day Too many problems we face Gotta sit down and pray Uh-uh, I swear to that it's gon' be okay Sometimes I gamble with my heart I'm takin' chances, where my love at? Don't know where to start, it got me askin', "Where the drugs at?" Suburban who? 'Cause I be posted with the rugrats Came up off of robbin', but my OG really sold crack Billion views up, but I'll still go and kill somethin' Take one of my dawgs and I'ma make sure all y'all feel one Unexpected shootout, you ain't knowin' when that drill come Come and shoot up who house? We gon' post up 'til you niggas come Yeah NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda We'll post up 'til you niggas come

I hope everybody doing well In each other's life like paradise Sometimes it gon' be like hell But here's a word from a wise Teenage Little girl Pretty disaster Always put your major dreams go and prioritize Even if you're a minor don't even go and think twice Chase opportunities swerve away from the pretty lies Pretty faces in disguise hold you down give you a prize Don't ever put yourself down You got a crown you gotta own it A lotta people be showing A lotta love in commotion A lotta people are chosen Maybe natural selection Maybe the universe has plans I don't know but keep focus You got a future Make your own plans Baby keep away from the city lights It's not really that good mentally and spiritually Right? Right A lotta people forgot What really is their personality They facin' their hell Stuck in a mentality Of a social hierarchy Vanity I got allergies on bad energies So don't mind me if I keep away Cause I might cough and sneeze Like cough cough Whatever bad shit you give Make it stop stop I got energy on top of energy Goodie goodie energy Keep away my enemies I got energy on top of energy Goodie goodie energy Keep away my enemies I got energy on top of energy Goodie goodie energy Keep away my enemies I got energy on top of energy Goodie goodie energy Keep away my enemies Hip-hop should really stop flexin' non-stop What about yo cash What about that big house Just stop Cause there's a lot to music than just dirty money And whatever happened to thinking 'bout your impact and influence? Bakit di unahin ang pagkain na hindi mahain sa iba ano ganap sayo? Ano ambag mo sa mundo? Oo ika'y naririnig pero bakit ganon bingi Nagbibingihan dahil nakapokus sa galaw ng karamihan Takot siguro masapawan ano ba rason mo sa pagsalang mo dito kasi Galawang pang peke puta bogus ang inyong likha Pwede bang kabutihan mo ipakita sa madla If you promote good morals maybe the world can be a better place If you promote good music I doubt it I hope you'll get a better taste I got energy on top of energy Goodie goodie energy Keep away my enemies I got energy on top of energy Goodie goodie energy Keep away my enemies I got energy on top of energy Goodie goodie energy Keep away my enemies I got energy on top of energy Goodie goodie energy Keep away my enemies I got energy on top of energy Goodie goodie energy Keep away my enemies I got energy on top of energy Goodie goodie energy Keep away my enemies

Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Cuz' you know me givin' me left hand dap P funk be ridin' shot gun escort your window broke out son A cool breeze got my lips chap mornin' slap some Soul in my bread basket gap contain X marks the spot Twain O.C. the cut layin' A stew of empty gas in my tank A buck thirty lookin' ugly think but it ain't gonna stop no show Ol' burd puttin' a buzz in you ear It's gonna snow or maybe perhaps sleet Rap up the beat outside barely made it to your wake Lookin' like Mr. Fisher, dickie down no suit, no tie Niggaz ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo' You leavin' the hotel 254 Today was good to me I went to the Goodwill with the ten dollar bill Got that London Fog out tha back paid tha man Me and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers on tha loose Cut your ass Lo like Cee, be under tha water Half these figures around me be hollering New Now what the fuck has this politician did for you Complain, complain but Mr. Clampett ain't gon' change Just ribb your ass up just to gut your pockets out I heard Bill put two G's up for some folks That they found in they house beat up And I don't discuss that color scheme that they fall on 'Cuz tha scheme that they fall on don't match wit my tone See, I wonder will I walk tha streets in 1995 And not have to make bond from 254 Uh, will somebody please turn the lights on 166 I can't see where tha fuck I'm going I can't do shit but get mad I can't keep get Billie and his uncle out my fuckin' Goodie Bag Without your shank you can't thank Without your niggas you up the creek Stank with a ass fool of ore Takin' what I say for what it's worth It don't matter 'cuz how I feel might be triggered From thoughts I had in the past Now I struggle to reach the sky, why try so hard If all I'ma get is spit on 'Cause life at the bottom ain't hittin' on shit But some of these folks is gettin' rich I know about mines, unwind, can't take at times going through The same drama that got me here in this state of mind Red-hot in the summer time First of all, I stand a little more than five feet tall But we can still brawl nigga, I ain't scared at all I guess you niggas don't know or can't see That it ain't even wise steppin' to me incorrectly But yet still when nigga's feel they can deal I will split yo' ass up for real 'Cause we the maniacs with the chunky Goodie sac's So I don't carry an ax, but I still swing low with the lumber jax trax Are being made by Organo-i-z-e Why we coolin' in the shade ain't gettin' paid For chillin', illin' willin' to do what I got to do To come through your speaker Cee-Lo, he will never come weaker Uniquer than a lot of emcees out today Because I'm more than careful about what I say When I pick up a microphone it's on Them better leave me alone, I'm in my zone Prone to snap if you offer me a chance Like it when them chunky hoes can dance I'll enhance the microphone when it's in my grip, I do not slip I can't forget my nigga's Jo, T-Mo and Gipp Ha, ha, ha, well, Great Scott, is he a thief? It seems like he has a mouth fulla gold teeth I smile because your eyes can't take the glare But Cee-Lo, him don't care, I cut off all my hair And everybody stop and stare when we come in the place And I can get on the mic wit' no time to waste Get right up in yo' face, kick the flavor you taste And when I'm on the microphone it's a damn disgrace How you don't comprehend what I'm saying to you And I'm the C, the double E from the Goodie Mo Crew I'm coming through, I'm comin' true, ooh I can't even stop It's Cee-Lo B, I'm down wit that nigga pop, pop, pop And my nigga Mike L and Bert P and my nigga Pretty Ken You know he down wit' me We from Atlanta, G-A, that is where we stay I'm diggin' all in the Goodie Bag each 'n ever day Ooh, shit Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed