[Chorus: J. Marsh]
No, no, no, no, no
Ain’t what you wanna do, listen here
I know it sounds crazy, but niggas try to play me, ooh
[Chorus: J. Marsh]
I keep that choppa on my seat (Right there beside me)
For niggas tryna rob (They gon’ be dyin’)
A hunid rounds in the trunk (Bullets be flyin’)
And if you think I’m lyin’ (Just come and try me)
I keep that choppa on my seat (Right there beside me)
For niggas tryna rob (They gon’ be dyin’)
A hunid rounds in the trunk (Bullets be flyin’)
And if you think I’m lyin’ (Just come and try me)
[Verse 1: Big Pimp]
I don’t talk to nobody, I don’t bother nobody
I don’t fuck with nobody else shit
I don’t walk with nobody, I don’t holla at nobody
I don’t fuck with nobody else clique
Stay away from these niggas, don’t play with these niggas
So, niggas don’t play with my shit
If you threaten me, nigga, and I catch your ass slippin’
I promise I’ll spray at you quick
‘Cause, bitch, I work hard for mine
Every damn day, I’m on this God damn grind
Every damn day, I hit the clock ‘round 5
And every damn day, I can’t wait to fry
Don’t even play ‘bout stakin’ mine
I’ll relocate your face and spine
You don’t understand what a nigga tryna say?
Well, okay, let me just break it down (Break it down)
When we on the road, gettin’ money for shows
And a ho try to rob, I’m bustin’
When I pull in my yard, and you got on that dog
I don’t know who you are, I’m bustin’
Give a fuck who you are, if you black or white
Mexican or Japanese
You might think I’m ridin’ solo, ho
But just know
[Chorus: J. Marsh]
I keep that choppa on my seat (Right there beside me)
For niggas tryna rob (They gon’ be dyin’)
A hunid rounds in the trunk (Bullets be flyin’)
And if you think I’m lyin’ (Just come and try me)
I keep that choppa on my seat (Right there beside me)
For niggas tryna rob (They gon’ be dyin’)
A hunid rounds in the trunk (Bullets be flyin’)
And if you think I’m lyin’ (Just come and try me)
[Verse 2: Gangsta]
Okay now, first of all, let me start it off
By sayin’ I ain’t a killa, but don’t push me
But all that actin’ hard will get you close to God
‘Cause niggas need to know that I ain’t pussy
Now, I don’t want the beef, and I ain’t promotin’ violence
But these young niggas these days be wildin’
Run up on me and bullets start flyin’
That choppa talk, and everybody get quiet
A hunid rounds, boy, I don’t think you wanna try
With these hunid rounds, boy, I’m a one-man ride
I keep that thang right next to my side
On the passenger seat, where the choppa gon’ ride
That’s for protection, I ain’t with the flexin’
I don’t up that thing, ‘less a nigga test me
‘Cause I’ll be damned if a nigga stress me
I check myself, can’t no nigga check me
If them jackboys try to jack your boy
Then, out the window I’m dumpin’
The first fifty straight headshots
The next fifty goin’ in your stomach
I promise, dawg, you don’t want it
See, I don’t fuck with y’all, so don’t fuck with me
But if that thought ever cross your mind
Ayy, J. Marsh, tell ‘em where that choppa be
[Chorus: J. Marsh]
I keep that choppa on my seat (Right there beside me)
For niggas tryna rob (They gon’ be dyin’)
A hunid rounds in the trunk (Bullets be flyin’)
And if you think I’m lyin’ (Just come and try me)
I keep that choppa on my seat (Right there beside me)
For niggas tryna rob (They gon’ be dyin’)
A hunid rounds in the trunk (Bullets be flyin’)
And if you think I’m lyin’ (Just come and try me)
[Outro: J. Marsh]
On my seat (On my seat), on my seat (On my seat)
For niggas tryna rob me, yeah (Niggas tryna rob me)
Don’t try me (Don’t try me), don’t try me (Don’t try me)
Woah, oh no
Yeah, oh no
