I Chop It lyrics

[Verse 1: D-Loc]
I'm a lyrical mass murderer, n*gga you heard of the Gilla
n*gga, we chopping n*ggas like guillotines
n*gga, leavin' 'em n*ggas up in the river for f*ckin' with me
A n*gga don't give a f*ck, I be in your dreams
n*gga, I'm so homicidal when I come through bustin' like a rifle
n*gga don't give a f*ck about none of you n*ggas
Half of the muthaf*ckin' n*ggas that rappin', they idle
n*gga like Locsta The Vulture comin' in
From the belly of the muthaf*ckin' beast, n*gga
Comin' through with the nine millimeter, on my life, n*gga
Don't even trip off of nothin' n*gga peelin' your cap
Off in the back of you pus*y n*ggas ain't nothin' black
n*gga like the guillotine in a ho and I run up on you
I hit you up with the motherf*ckin' lyrical trigger
n*gga like the Locsta leavin' n*ggas right in the river
Talkin' this sh*t on them n*ggas, I be makin' 'em quiver
n*gga they disappear when I come through with the thang at your face
n*gga like Locsta The Vulture I'm runnin' the race
And I'm tellin' you n*ggas you pus*y n*ggas gonna erase
n*gga when I hit you in your face
You f*ckin' with Guillotine, all of my n*ggas we scrilla fiends
We in your dreams, we reppin the f*ckin' trigga mane
n*gga leavin' two in your liver, n*gga now makin' 'em shiver
Throwin' 'em n*ggas and I'm makin' 'em feel the pain
n*gga my n*ggas is real, wrappin' 'em up in cellophane
And takin' your b*tch and takin' your dame
Takin' your chain n*gga takin' all of your change
You n*ggas up in the range, they got my n*ggas doin' thangs
Wouldn't be givin' a f*ck, me and my n*ggas we
Comin' up out of the cut, bustin' up out of the cut
Smokin' and chokin' you pus*y n*ggas like a blunt
n*gga you n*ggas ain't nothin' to me, yo, gettin' up
[Verse 2: Hurricane]
Look at the cannibal chopper and I be using the breath really quick and insane
I know that we could be braking your back cause we get em together we go with the plan
Rapping then kill em and murder the people that try to re-live in the soup in my hand
The lyrical general never equivalent spitters, I’m blowing I puff on their name
Killing them up with the bullet so we could at least pop the 50 kill of a lame
Making the poppers that filled with a quicke that threw hitless figures that popping the same
Making your bodies a part of the scheme and they pull it be time the people get the pain
Bagging your body with multiple shots and we leave it all bloody get outta the game
Chopping like a chainsaw blade
Every time I see a mic I’m like a hand grenade
Pull the pin and let me go I’ma bomb this place
Turn it into rubble like a Flintstone name
Ain’t nobody really dealing with that n*gga from the Midwest
Hardest motherf*cker outta strange I’m a death threat
Worth more than every f*cking thing like a blank check
Do a track with crucified then I get my respect
Pack it in with that sh*t they got me back in on some jump street
Ripping like brotha lynch and eat em up like lunch meat
I could put a whole f*cking album out in one week
Shoot it up to Canada and flew across the country
Paid a couple dollars to re-invest and I go again
Hunk up with my n*ggas from the town and we in the wind
Pop up in the bank racked up, with an evil grin
Ready to give em that murder treatment I ain’t putting nothing in
[Hook: Lil Cru]
I chop it
I chop it
I chop it, I chop it
I chop it
I chop it
I chop it, I chop it
I chop it, b*tch

[Verse 3: JL]
Ay, let me get the sh*t inhibit
Who listen to ever doubt us, the difference
You get a glimpse of the realest but then my patterns of ignorance
You could say you illest, I don’t agree with your sentiments
Them against me and mine, I'll be standing here when it finishes
You don’t make any sense and you not of any significance
Listen I got 'em tense, president on the premises
Limitless with the pen, it ain't pretty, I won't pretend it is
Gotta be honest yo, if I was to read the lyrics you writing
You saying nothing that I would ever consider exciting
Reciting all of them lines on the mic, you not even tight
And you extra light, you don’t measure in height and I nevermind 'em
Wildin' like they don’t know, I don’t wanna [?] recognize 'em
They rhyming they corny flow and I know I can criticize them
Weak, when I speak advising 'em, take a seat
Collide when I break 'em down with a round
Through the heat, with the empty rhetoric
Nothing really but a bunch of bullsh*t
Got a full list I could read, instead I brought a full clip
Big appetite, a skinny n*gga but I don’t get full quick
Got your b*tch in pocket, she pop it, should've get the poolstick
Make a bull sick at the sight of the pool of blood
Pull the rug from up under you, running into a thug, get a slug
Better lean, I clap your team and then set up shop
No love, grab your things and trap your queen like I'm Fetty Wap
Never stop, look I'm irregular and will whatever bruh
Forever locking on the chedder duh and never letting up
I'm clever, plotting on ahead of ya, I'm like America
A bully with a fully automatic and I'm darin' ya
Try me n*gga, highly likely I'ma catch a body, not a hobby
Kill a beat, I'm writing like Illuminati members
Who be pushing agendas on this mic
I'm a menace, I never let up relentless
When it come to handling business n*gga yeah
[Verse 4: King ISO]
Ain't nobody really want it with a n*gga
Ain't nobody f*cking with the Brain, I'm 'bout to chop a n*gga like a fully automatic bucking at you n*ggas, come and get it n*gga
Everybody wanna do the chopper but I'm supersonic when I do be rhyming
n*gga you can try to be one of us n*gga
First you gotta keep up with a n*gga
Dump on a n*gga
Run with a killa
Chew him, better get him stuffed in a river
Bunch of gorillas
Buck a n*gga down and eat 'em up like a Lunchable n*gga
f*ck what you n*ggas talking 'bout, I'm 'bout to hop in a whip with a bad b*tch
Popping the clip in a Magnum
And a b*tch is 'bout to swallow a n*gga this fat di*k
I'm in the middle of madness
Too many n*ggas be trying to get rid of me
n*gga you kidding me, sipping a fifth of the Hennessy
Enemies really be into me, n*gga you feeling me
n*gga be talking 'bout murderin', ain't nobody ever heard of him
I get to burning 'em, whoever be on that killa sh*t
Y'all n*ggas never be who you pretending to be
n*gga the reason I'm 'bout to be murdering n*ggas and serving these n*ggas and putting 'em all up on a platter like it was a burger my n*gga
You don't really want it with ISO, I'm psycho like Michael
My big homie, you kids funny, got clips on me and I ain't talking 'bout ones that hold iPhones
n*gga I'm on some other sh*t, better watch who you f*ckin' with
I cut a wrist like Brotha Lynch, put her in the oven with the oven mitts
I'm one sick son of a b*tch, no regards for no government
I kill a n*gga then cut him then chew 'em up just like Doublemint
I'm brazy, you lazy, fugazi, who pay these n*ggas attention
You trippin', blood I am too different
When I run up, with the gun tucked
Put it to his head like dump dump
n*gga really had me f*cked up
On Brainsick you missin', n*gga listen
I know I don't really give a f*ck about these b*tch-ass n*ggas if these n*ggas ain't reppin' my team
Stepping to me you better hope that he praying to Jesus when he get his deck in this beam
This Brainsick, we gangstas, you fake n*gga, you ain't sh*t
I aim this, it'll only take one second to squeeze
Ridin' with my killas, you n*ggas don't want nothing to do with that, let me take a second to breathe

[Verse 5: Crucified]
I be killing the wicked and wicked and making it frigid their thinking the body gets bad
I’m braking the bigger go figure if you get that tough
I done braking it but that was bouta get my apocalypse
Bigger the pus*y bigger the balls
And I’m ripping the face of a sinner while top of the top of the bicep
But they didn’t do what their making worse
Pause it I’m rigid and look at this somebody thinking their positive
Pause it up brake it then pass it up
Making the death of the minute can’t they f*ck right get the party but if you wanna pay
I’m gonna by shooting the victim the sinner
But then the devil had foot up on top of the Valery Chevrolet
Get up put that foot up packing the sicker and the end I’m dead
And if lawyer be like I’m a goner
But then there will be love from cause I’ma stutter
But then I’ma get it but then that’d be old
The fact their f*cking with crucified
I wonder if I can hit that but that
But that seem to be daily by daily by daily by daily
But totally confident
Bite them and then they’ll be cold and basically I’ma come back with the soldiers
Whenever target laying let em be but I’m bringing a pack and taking the feet off
For braking the buck and I f*ck up what they say they bet they can
Bet they can f*ck it up
Freaking I’m screaming like a demon I believe in what I be in
Am I dreaming no falling asleep
Topping up out of a coffin I'm breaking 'em off when I'm passing the beat
But I'm like a zombie when bringing the meat
And if they wanna come try me I’m bringing the heat
I’m bringing em all full of vicodins thinking of spiking us making the bucket then bleed
Better get ready sirens
Come up and get up on side us
Better be on your feet
Now pray to god pile us could of emitted a virus they cannot put to sleep
I’ll stay up and fight this
Leave for the wicked virus somebody get the beat
Now bringing the pipe up looking at who picked the pipe up
Making the viper cheap
And nobody hyper look at me get the hype up bringing the pitcher Lee
When they wanna talk about the choppers I pop up like out of a dream
I’m making the money
I’m making it proper
I’m making the pocket and taking the beam
Taking the talk about the focus they bogus
I’m bouta be green
And the NBT's my city I’m killing off everything
Where’s my team
I’m unfadeable, f*ck with it I’m a king
Riding clean when I’m rolling around I'm on evergreen
Better recognise the fame that I’m gaining up in the game
When I came in to spit the flame
When the Crucified’s on the beat

[Hook: Lil Cru]
I chop it
I chop it
I chop it, I chop it
I chop it
I chop it
I chop it, I chop it
I chop it, b*tch