Текст песни The Chopper - Statik Selektah, Ransom & Jon Connor
I
got
a
vendetta,
who
make
hits?
My
hands
better
The
flow
is
money
like
I
wet
up
the
bank
teller
The
tattle
tellers
tell
us
we
lock
it,
that's
being
modest
Cause
I'm
a
motherfucker,
your
momma
is
in
to
bondage
I
promise
I
bomb
it,
drunk
with
power,
this
Gin
and
Tonic
Where
I'm
from
niggas'll
have
you
singing
like
Harry
Connick
So
fake
thug
shit
and
that
drug
shit,
homie,
stop
it
I'm
from
where
niggas
get
popped
and
hold
that
dope
in
the
sockets
This
real
shit
we
deal
with
and
ignorance
There
is
an
illness
no
pill
could
heal,
nigga
feel
this
What
can
you
tell
us?
We
see
death
up
out
the
window
Our
friends
go
just
as
fast
as
the
wind
blows
We
wishing
we
could
be
as
happy
as
the
Winslows
The
pain
of
my
kinfolks
in
every
pen
stroke
Fly,
fly,
fly,
fly
city
And
I'mma
hold
it
down
til
God
come
and
get
me
Look,
this
for
the
people
who
think
it's
easy
enough
They
say
pound
the
pavement,
shit,
we
beating
it
up
Get
robbed
for
bread
cause
niggas
ain't
eating
enough
In
the
club
deep
as
the
fuck
every
weekend
heating
it
up
I
could
tell
you
what
the
news
like
Niggas
you
knew
on
the
tube
the
past
two
nights
Here
there
ain't
no
such
thing
as
do
right,
just
move
right
Cause
half
the
niggas
in
the
hood
got
two
strikes
Play
your
position,
overpopulated
with
liquor
stores
The
liquor
pours
to
a
drunk
mind
that
think
"what
am
I
living
for?"
You
drowning
by
the
conditions
that
we
are
surrounded
by
The
shit
that
we
hate
is
the
shit
that
we
bounded
by
See
true
beef
is
when
somebody
stop
breathing
Not
the
shit
rappers
do,
I
mean
really,
somebody
leave
it
My
neighborhood
it
be
safer
to
pack
a
vest
Unless
you
think
your
momma
look
good
in
that
black
dress
This
Connor
Lyrically
I
cause
a
holocaust
when
bottles
toss,
it's
Molotovs
Mob
hits,
niggas
is
screaming
"he
shot
the
boss"
While
I'm
drunk
as
hell
laughing,
stumbling
out
the
court
They
dumping
them
by
the
park,
that's
something
I'm
not
involved
The
sweet
sounds
of
the
street
serenade
for
lack
of
a
better
phrase
It's
sour
so
we're
asking
for
better
days
The
power
of
the
black
that
was
led
astray
Blasting
the
lead
away,
cemetaries
packing
the
dead
away
The
mind
of
a
lost
soldier
before
closure
My
poor
shoulders
carry
the
weight
of
four
boulders
Life's
kinda
rocky
like
Sly
before
Cobra
So
call
Oprah,
take
a
piss
on
that
whore's
sofa
Everybody's
balling,
but
Ran
won't
cross
over
The
more
money,
the
more
snakes,
the
more
vultures
They
talk
funny,
they
all
fakes,
I'm
all
focused
My
prognosis
is
high
doses,
hitting
them
up
like
Pac
wrote
this
These
cockroaches
scurry
around
when
the
lights
off
I
give
'em
a
thriller
as
soon
as
the
mic's
on
Tyson,
[?]
tattoos
cover
his
pythons
Icon,
a
seat
on
the
throne,
that's
what's
my
sight's
on
Controlling
the
heat,
they
say
I'm
like
'Bron
But
I
ignite
bombs,
verbal
abortion,
serving
'em
portions
Of
death,
ain't
no
rest
in
peace
sleep,
turn
in
your
coffin
And
I
was
turned
to
an
orphan,
I
don't
pay
a
preacher
Fuck
religion,
I
go
into
your
church
and
burn
up
the
offerings
Motherfuckers,
so
what
you
offering?
I
only
talk
money,
my
nigga,
so
what
you
talking?
See
one
time
so
I
hold
my
gun
A
drunk
mind
speaks
a
sober
tongue
so
you
supposed
to
run
Exerminator
with
a
hard
drive
of
Plans
to
save
the
game,
but
never
return
the
data
I'm
gone
1 Carry On
2 The Imperial
3 Back For You
4 Alarm Clock
5 My Time
6 Long Time
7 Long Time
8 The Chopper
9 Down Like This
10 Slum Villain
11 Heltah Selektah
12 Get Away
13 God Knows
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