[Intro: B.G.] 

Waaaaaaannnnnhhhh 

Yeah, wazzamp (what it do) 

It's the Chopper City Boyz (chop chop) 

And we gon make the haters mad (make 'em mad) 

Look 



[Chorus: Gar] 

Now if ya out here getting cash, poppin tags then gon and make 'em mad (make 

'em mad) 

Make 'em mad (make 'em mad) 

And if ya whippin something new with some big ol' shoes when you be passin 

dawg, then make 'em mad (make 'em mad) 



[B.G.:] 

Make 'em mad my nigga, make 'em mad (make 'em mad) 

I come through in the jag switchin lanes throwin cash (make 'em mad) 

You know I make 'em mad, man I gotta make 'em mad (make 'em mad) 

Them Chopper City Boyz in the game got 'em mad (got 'em mad) 



[Verse 1: VL Mike] 

Yeah I pop collar, and I pop tags 

I got that bentley thing, shorty be pushin a jag 

Nigga I don't stunt with it, but I love to look good 

Keep they mouth wide open when I come through the hood 

Yeah I see him watchin, I know he mad with me 

But he know what's coming behind if he try to get me 

I hit the club hard, then I hit the block 

[Female] VL done copped somethin else, [VL Mike] girl you know how I rock 



[Gar:] 

Now when I pull up on the set, them doors go up on the whip 

Them big ol' loin hards sit up under three or four bricks 

Now that's a 745, my diamonds blue as Cantrell 

I'm bumpin everyday I'm hustlin and they say, [Females] I can tell 

[Gar] Hell I, gotta make 'em mad and show my ass when I come through 

I'm notorious like B.I. when it come to the hustle 

And I'm serious like T.I. when I'm flexin my muscle 

Bustas do what you could, boy I do what I want do 



[Chorus] 



[Intro: Sniper] 

Snipe, snipe 

Snipe, snipe 

I say, I say 



[Verse 2: Sniper] 

Ain't no boys like them Chopper City Boyz 'cause them Chopper City Boyz 

don't play (Okay) 

Soon as I crept up on the seen (clean), fellas lookin jealous 

Jay, Gizzle, Hakizzle, Gar, VL bruh, then Ziggy and Lil' Steppa 

Fresh out the crib shit you know what it is, I make 'em move like Ludacris 

Then soon as I pull up, big truck, I ruin it 

I'm doing it, pursuiting it, wrist blue as a crowd 

Haters can lose it but I'm foolish ain't no cooling me down 

It's your whip, your chick, your money, your house 



[Hakizzle:] 

You know it 

I got it, I ain't scared to show it (yeah) 

Whip sanction (uh) 

Roll the carpet (that's right) 

Chopper City tryna see a diamond market (believe it) 

Ride in that jag expensive fare, we floss it (yeah) 

Slide out that slipper, if I get it we tossing (Kizzle huh) 

It's H-A-Kizzle, if the rain don't drizzle 

And you know I be the sizzle, hot as a six shooter pistol 



[Chorus] 



[Verse 3: B.G.] 

Look, I'm on top and they hate it, niggaz made 'cause I made it 

It's a award for real niggaz, I know I'm nominated 

I'm sick of judges faces, constantly catching cases 

I whip it in trial everytime, I ain't taking probation 

I'm in another world (world), man I stay in that zone (zone) 

I done proved to the world (world), that I can hold my own (own) 

Now I'm back with my homies (back), and we ready for war (war) 

Yall ain't ready for Snipe, Mike, Kizzle, and Gar (Gar) 

I'm in the backfield (field), playing the sideline (line) 

In case I gotta catch a nigga from the blind side 

I got more ice than you got songs in ya iPod (damn) 

Triple black S-five-fifty that's how I ride 

Oh you thought it was funny (funny), critics was full of doubt (doubt) 

You see how important Chopper City is to the south (chop chop) 

I caught Wayne or Baby I might put a glock in they mouth 

Stop being mad 'cause ya time on the clock done ran out 



[Chorus]