The Choppa City Boyz - Make Em Mad lyrics

(Intro: B.G.) Waaaaaaannnnnhhhh Yeah, wazzamp (what it do) It's the Chopper City Boyz (chop chop) And we gon make the haters mad (make 'em mad) Look (Chorus: Gar) Now if ya out here getting cash, poppin tags then gon and make 'em mad (make 'em mad) Make 'em mad (make 'em mad) And if ya whippin something new with some big ol' shoes when you be pa**in Dawg, then make 'em mad (make 'em mad) (B.G.:) Make 'em mad my n***a, make 'em mad (make 'em mad) I come through in the jag switchin lanes throwin cash (make 'em mad) You know I make 'em mad, man I gotta make 'em mad (make 'em mad) Them Chopper City Boyz in the game got 'em mad (got 'em mad) (Verse 1: VL Mike) Yeah I pop collar, and I pop tags I got that bentley thing, shorty be pushin a jag n***a I don't stunt with it, but I love to look good Keep they mouth wide open when I come through the hood Yeah I see him watchin, I know he mad with me But he know what's coming behind if he try to get me I hit the club hard, then I hit the block (Female) VL done copped somethin else, (VL Mike) girl you know how I rock (Gar:) Now when I pull up on the set, them doors go up on the whip Them big ol' loin hards sit up under three or four bricks Now that's a 745, my diamonds blue as Cantrell I'm bumpin everyday I'm hustlin and they say, (Females) I can tell (Gar) Hell I, gotta make 'em mad and show my a** when I come through I'm notorious like B.I. when it come to the hustle And I'm serious like T.I. when I'm flexin my muscle Bustas do what you could, boy I do what I want do (Chorus) (Intro: Sniper) Snipe, snipe Snipe, snipe I say, I say (Verse 2: Sniper) Ain't no boys like them Chopper City Boyz 'cause them Chopper City Boyz Don't play (Okay) Soon as I crept up on the seen (clean), fellas lookin jealous Jay, Gizzle, Hakizzle, Gar, VL bruh, then Ziggy and Lil' Steppa Fresh out the crib sh** you know what it is, I make 'em move like Ludacris Then soon as I pull up, big truck, I ruin it I'm doing it, pursuiting it, wrist blue as a crowd Haters can lose it but I'm foolish ain't no cooling me down It's your whip, your chick, your money, your house (Hakizzle:) You know it I got it, I ain't scared to show it (yeah) Whip sanction (uh) Roll the carpet (that's right) Chopper City tryna see a diamond market (believe it) Ride in that jag expensive fare, we floss it (yeah) Slide out that slipper, if I get it we tossing (Kizzle huh) It's H-A-Kizzle, if the rain don't drizzle And you know I be the sizzle, hot as a six shooter pistol (Chorus) (Verse 3: B.G.) Look, I'm on top and they hate it, n***as made 'cause I made it It's a award for real n***as, I know I'm nominated I'm sick of judges faces, constantly catching cases I whip it in trial everytime, I ain't taking probation I'm in another world (world), man I stay in that zone (zone) I done proved to the world (world), that I can hold my own (own) Now I'm back with my homies (back), and we ready for war (war) Yall ain't ready for Snipe, Mike, Kizzle, and Gar (Gar) I'm in the backfield (field), playing the sideline (line) In case I gotta catch a n***a from the blind side I got more ice than you got songs in ya iPod (damn) Triple black S-five-fifty that's how I ride Oh you thought it was funny (funny), critics was full of doubt (doubt) You see how important Chopper City is to the south (chop chop) I caught Wayne or Baby I might put a Glock in they mouth Stop being mad 'cause ya time on the clock done ran out (Chorus)