Lyrics Chop Suey - Brotha Lynch Hung , Iso , Twisted Insane

Brotha Lynch Hung & King ISO]
CHOP SUEY
Nigga, CHOP SUEY
It's that CHOP SUEY
They don't really want it with a nigga that'll catch a nigga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into CHOP SUEY

I'ma have to go into a different level cookin' like a devil
I don't wanna settle heat 'em up and then I eat a bitch up like Wonton
Pull the millameter yes was a heater send a bitch into a swan song
OG babalooey choppa suey
Mutherfucker long gone, eat your bon bons
Comin' to the fullest I'ma put a bullet in your long johns
Have you wish you woulda stood up at the fatest of the competition with the razor
Blade, they don't want the fade I'ma have to pull up on 'em with the tazer
Nigga please, don't nobody beast, I'ma put your face in a cheese grater
Fuck a conversation on who greater, I'm Ali, with the chopping
Cut the meat up, eat it with the Saki, pop me little Teryaki
Apollo creed the nigga like I'm Rocky, Daniel-son and Mr. Miyagi
They don't want it with 'em seriously eat a mutherfucker like hot Takis with karate
California roll up on a mutherfucker stop me
This be kinda shit up in the mini me walk up on a nigga poppin'
But she sloppy
Always wait for you to put off work and then she got me
Comin' in ya back it all up in your kitchen (hit it while she's talkin'?)
No Bugatti
Just a bucket I been yellin' fuck it hop up in the back I suck it, I be reala said I (do it here?) and leave the pussy all snotty
Every single bitch I ever gave a dick nigga can't nobody top it probably is the reason when a nigga skiddin' I be trying cut it like hydroxy
Too cocky
I be in the Phillipines smokin' on broccoli
Roll up on 'em hit 'em with the soya sauce, get away on Kawasaki
I'm a fiend
I'm a type a nigga grippin' all up in your B-M's, little D-M, when I be him, the relationships are rocky try and stop me
Niggas always wanna underestimate the razor
I don't wanna get (?) tell the bitches hit me on the pager
I am on a different level you don't wanna meddle reachin' for the devil couldn't even mess around and get the better of me homie ain't nobody comin' greater
Alligator
Choppin' everybody, anybody wanna get it
Ciroc on your beef come up wit heat
So why the fuck you wanna book
Nowadays these lil niggas wanna come in like they on top
Run up out the kitchen it gets hot, real when I cook that

CHOP SUEY
Nigga, CHOP SUEY
It's that CHOP SUEY
They don't really want it with a nigga that'll catch a nigga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into CHOP SUEY