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B G Run With My Chopper

to set it off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper And bang at the law with my chopper [B.G.] Runnin' with my chopper (Runnin' with my chopper

set it off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper And bang at the law with my chopper [B.G.] Runnin' with my chopper (Runnin' with my chopper

Got Get Ready To Get Lost You Understand... Money to be made best believe a nigga glockin' I run it myself like a quarterback option I pitch 'er ten g

Showcases drop, when that chopper chop Way up the block, get hit with copper tops When drama pop, the llama pop And it won't stop, you can run, call the

My jeans are brand new, with twelve more In the closet with my silk, and below My 45 pack thick, draw quick If a nigga starts some shibidibidit My crib

brains with the tech [The Game] Keep your eyes off my throne and your hands off my crown or get your ass layed back Keep your eyes off my throne and

close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West Take a look at my

thugs and we run the streets nightly (eastsiiide) And get my lawyer, why cause I ain't coppin' out (nope) And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers

could tell me I can't come thru Compton, Before I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers, Somebody tell my mama I