U ain't got a chopper, don't come to the ghetto n***as got choppers with clips and curves in them Knock your a** off Knock knock your a** off All the money in the world ain't gonna save you black Play with me, your mammie's gonna have a heart attack It's really real. It really is! I really will k** (x2) Your little dick riding goons, they gon fall back They'll be screaming DCF, before it's over jack Yep, get 'em, get 'em nussie I'm known to get the job done, complements of my gun I don't believe ya b**h untill you k** something So don't talk to me untill you k** something I'll have you dressed in all black In a church, front row, wondering did I do that RIP you next, f** all y'all k** the head, and the body's gonna fall, fall I'm a gangster mother f**er, I spank mother f**er, till I stank em motherf**er My ears to the street and that's a known fact s** my dick, put a hit on that (nussie!) U ain't got a chopper, don't come to the ghetto n***as got choppers with clips and curves in them Knock your a** off Knock knock your a** off No gimmicks, no games when I aim And when I blast, I be trying to k** your a** With a chopper, you ain't got to be straight I'm bound to hit something, most likely your face Horizontal they twisting and turning Hot bullets to your spine, they burning (oh yeah) Chunks of meat all over the street I call to get the job done, complements of my gun Choppers with clips and curves in 'em Mister go and get 'em, I'm guaranteed to split 'em Get 'em, get 'em nussie f** 'em in their p**y And I ain't satisfied untill you're on the stretcher I swear to god, oh, I'mma bet you, I'mma get you U ain't got a chopper, don't come to the ghetto n***as got choppers with clips and curves in them Knock your a** off Knock knock your a** off