get chopped lyrics – click

game must be focused upon
if you ain’t got game you ain’t got nathin’
(what you say)
if you ain’t got game you ain’t got nathin’
game (then spit it)

a n*gg* spent his last quadruple of cash
hopin’ that the plane wouldn’t crash
out smarted the task while teachin’ they *ss
bouts the other side of the gr*ss
uh, i spits the truth from the soil untold
see 340 in ya pager, that’s the code
hit me back cause you know he’s busy off the hook
plus the hurricane ethyl got him too took
drug instaces, penitentiary chances
circ*mstances, gigantic *ss live enhancements
keep on mashin’ though, don’t quit
game related, comin’ from the f*ckin’ click

now that i made the major leagues
pushin’ big ki’s
n*gg*s from my block ain’t tryin’ to see me
i came up too fast for them punks hoes
now them fools wants to kick in my door
bringin’ over the change if you think that you can f*ck with this
bam, pops to the dome b*tch
motherf*ckers hate to see a true n*gg* flamboast
bringin’ in more net than gross

they wants to kick in my spot
boom get chopped
they want to take me for what i got
boom get chopped
they wants to strike through my block
boom get chopped
but i’m up on they plot
boom get chopped

b*tch, feelin’ evil like knievel lookin’ for a wrench
gotta a couple screws loose like the grinch
problem child ain’t got no problem with disposin’
lose me temper, lose me cool but on the same token
he ain’t gon’ bust a grip, man that n*gg* e-40 fakin’
you failized i have ya whole family wear and taken
paper hatin’ haters get put in they place
crevice achin’ baggers get smacked in the face

n*gg*s from the other side of town be talkin’ big sh*t
actin’ like they want to f*ck with my click
but the sh*t ain’t changed f*ck the rap game
hillside n*gg* on a mission to proclaim
my motherf*ckin’ spot in society
southside n*gg*s just jealous, they doubt me
punk n*gg*s lookin’ for a reason
kick off a rucus to start the funk season


i f*cks with ya, ya b*tch
n*gg* get rich, fool don’t you know this the click
be the hundred sl’s what a n*gg* straight smash
one hundred thousand in cash

follow the leader
trip on how this thing gets deeper
the more i teach ’em the dumber i get
dizzy-izzy, hey shot these tardy n*gg*s kill me
but what they don’t know is i fly cerebral cortex like a frisbee
f*ck ’em and feed ’em
pistol whip they *ss and bleed ’em
stuck ’em and read ’em
find out where they snooze and sleep ’em
you pearl tongues need to stop workin’ for the cops
rot-heads don’t get no props, beotch!

/ click lyrics