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chop em down - red cafe lyrics

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[chorus ?]
y’all n*ggas talk sh*t, eh, i don’t play around
i let the chopper chop ’em down, chopper chopper chop ’em down
something on my waist, that you don’t want in your face
let the chopper chop ’em down
chopper chopper chop ’em down
chopper
chopper
chopper chop ’em down
let the chopper chopper chop ’em down
let the chopper chopper chop ’em down

[verse 1: rick ross]
beef get in your static, time to creep in your addic
i would do it myself, but i can pay for it, f*gget
man, these women a habit, linen and fabric
i be moving a lot, so [?] under my jacket
n*ggas undеrcover cops, motherf*ck [?]
music to my ear, gеtting you motherf*ckers shot
duffle for the [?] counting commas
marijuana farmer, time to roll up like a [?]
money long, franks by the pound
right i run the south, they see the face and lay it down
got a chopper in that b*tch, russ brown
you ain’t gotta see it, everybody know the sound
[verse 2: red cafe]
nother day, nother chopper to your face
putting y’all through the mix in the fire place
fully auto strap, i don’t wanna rap
see i be throwing bullets, i’m your favorite quarterback
gorilla k!ller, caskit sealer
since a lil n*gga, been a cocaine dealer
how you want it? you can get it, put your order in
you wanna play? i’m tooled up, put your quarter in
my trigger finger itchy, chopper be my bff, yeah, nicole richy
i’ve been gone for a minute, know you n*ggas miss me
now i’m back loud, better duck when the coppers for my chopper chop ’em [?]

[chorus ?]
y’all n*ggas talk sh*t, eh, i don’t play around
i let the chopper chop ’em down, chopper chopper chop ’em down
something on my waist, that you don’t want in your face
let the chopper chop ’em down
chopper chopper chop ’em down
chopper
chopper
chopper chop ’em down
let the chopper chopper chop ’em down
let the chopper chopper chop ’em down

[verse 3: busta rhymes]
see that fire, stroab light strike from the barol
i got it on smash, if you ain’t notice, the [?] i’m the man in all [?]
chopper on like a coffin, you better hall ass
and when i c*ck it, sh*t be sounding like a car crash
lots of casualties, from making n*ggas swallow bullets the size of duracell batteries
i pop the chopper so much, i get a heat rash
bullets breakfast meat, like corn beef hash
[?] flash
bullets lift you out your draws, and leave a deep gash
you see them coming, n*gga, better run
see the size of this chopper? f*ck your pelit gun
when you see this chopper, go head and do the math
the autograph is when the chopper chop the street in half
[?] n*ggas is clowns
so when you n*ggas talk, i just let the chopper chop ’em down

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