Choppas - Stitches

All my niggas ready, we strapped with them choppas

All my niggas ready, we strapped with them choppas

I flee the scene, I flee the country in my chopper

I flee the scene, I flee the country in my chopper

I kill a nigga, leave the scene up in my chopper

I just got two Mexicos riding in my chopper

It’s a dirty game, oh yeah, it’s a dirty world

I’m that nigga that’s gonna sell cocaine to a pregnant girl

Who gives a fuck about what a nigga think bout me?!

I catch a chocolate at the judge, yeah, I am guilty

My lawyer good, so he gon' beat that cake

I’ll shoot ya in the face, it will read about yo race

No discrimination when it comes to that murder, nigga

And if I find out you snitchin' then it’s a murder, nigga

When it comes to my respect, that’s all I am about

Ya say you tottin' choppas but that’s somethin' that I doubt

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