(feat. B.G., 50/50 Twin) 



[talking] 

Whaaaaa, what's happ'n (alright, alright) 

It's Lil' B.Gizzle, Tuck (yes sir, Polar Bear) 

It's from New Orleans, AKA Chopper City 

All the way to T-Town, you know what I'm saying 

And you know how a nigga rocking, uh-huh 

It's real on this end, you heard me uh-huh 

It's real in the field, you know I'm saying believe it 



[B.G.] 

I'm off the block, niggaz love me cause I keep it real 

Hustlers respect me, cause I spit everything that they live 

I got a connect with the pills, and the good dro 

I get that coat soon as it hit Miami, off the boat 

I got a glock I keep it on me, I don't ever slip 

Seventeen ain't enough, I rock with that extended clip 

Thirty minus four, that's 26 so it don't jam 

Run up if you want, you run straight into that blam-blam 

Blucka-blucka this Chopper City, don't forget it nigga 

I live and breathe this real shit, you gotta feel it nigga 

I don't be playing, when I tell you I be thugged out 

Mouth full of gold T-shirt and bows, I be thugged out 

I ain't gon change, I don't give a fuck if I'm Donald Trump 

I'll always represent Uptown, V.L. that's where I'm from 

It's Chopper City in New Orleans, better ask around 

Niggaz'll tell you, that nigga B.Gizzle hold it down 



[Hook x2] 

You need it, rush up on him 

He hating, bust up on him 

He plotting, plot up on him 

Show mercy, to no opponent 

War better for it, guns this is what 

Shock him, without a cord 

Guerillas, not dinosaurs 



[Big Tuck] 

Get it how you live, be homeless or pay the bill 

Drill a nigga or get drilled, kill a nigga or get killed 

Niggaz be hating black, if you hate it you hating back 

Stomp feet like alley cats, be on guard for all attacks 

Always know what's up, the best set up's a yellow slut 

If you set up by a slut, don't be ashamed and chop her up 

That bitch was out of line, time to show naked spine 

Don't leave no blood behind, use barets and terpentine 

Say ain't tripping on shit, got teeth that shine and gliss 

Watching them watching this, make other teams forfeit 

Swear to God I got a lot of niggaz, I swear to God they all gorillas 

I swear to God they'll kill a nigga, they specialize in end a temper 

You simple you don't want none of me, kind of Tuck you ain't me 

You can't bite no mics like me, fa sho can't box like me 

War we done been in a few, who knew how many minds we blew 

Coming straight to the Avenue, you beefing bitch it'll happen to you 



[Hook x2] 



[50/50 Twin] 

It's like Jeeper the Creeper, my gorillas will eat ya 

The feature delete ya, then put you in a box like speakers 

Put you in a box like sneakers, if you try to box I'll beat ya 

My house or your house I'll meet ya, discombobulate your facial features 

They gon have to get jumped like teachers, step on you frauds like bleachers 

Try to play hard but soft as peaches, your OG's will prolly teach us 

When I display the Mack-90, you gon have to poo-poo 

Shit-shit then doo-doo, like you drunk a case of Yoo-hoo 

Babies oh boo-goo, ga-ga-goo-goo got a boo-boo 

Have control of what you do, or 50/50 will do you 

Press charges then sue you, for getting blood on my who-doo 

Lick shots when I shoot through, you got that chump now flee-shoo 



[Hook x2]