Playas Wit da Choppas

[Intro]
This shit is dedicated to my boy Young P.U.G., you know what I'm sayin'
And my nigga Young Killahoe, just made it home, ho, you know what I'm sayin'
And all my other partners locked up
Mac Dre, what's up? You in this bitch, mayne
And it's to y'all, straight from the G-Block, boy
Check it out

[Verse 1]
I'm from the Bay, where killer carry chops to make a motherfucker bleed
And life revolves off getting rich and staying keyed
We cuss out hoes in between sippin' Heem
Where times is fast and peace is just a little scheme
They give us the worst, but still we livin' like kings
Cellular phone, gold and million-dollar dreams
All in this land of the lost
Where big-time deaths'll get that ass tossed off
A bridge named Carquinez, my cuddie, he got the line on the nina
So we can let loose and see who got the most juice
It ain't no use, so give it up
Your partners is bitches and you ain't got enough nuts
I'm from the home of the jacker, cold Crestside TEC packer
Poppin' the shit, the 33rd'll holla at ya
I ain't worried, 'cause all them suckers gettin' buried
Let's get out this game, 'fore you get maimed and catch a flurry

[Chorus]
Now, where my niggas with the choppers?
All the TEC-9's in the waistline of creased Dockers
Tell my cuddie, blaze a shocker
And we gon' talk about them bitches or the busters on my roster
Now, where my niggas with the choppers?
All the TEC-9's in the waistline of creased Dockers
Tell my cuddie, blaze a shocker
And we gon' talk about them bitches or the busters on my roster

[Verse 2]
Well, let me take it to the G-block, selling coke, weed, hop
Honkeys on my sack, I'm on the run, so watch your weed stop
Having shit sowed up, youngsters holler, "Hold up"
Tryna get the jib because they see your partner blowed up
Something nice, but not overnight
Had to check a few suckers, had to take a few flights
But now it's cooler than ever, bought my crew 9 Berettas
And told 'em watch out for suckers 'cause small-timers are jealous
Them motherfuckers bring the heat, not the funk but the fuzz
When I catch you in the street, plain and simple, you're fucked
Like a toss up, niggas crossed up, so save it
Fuckin' with them federal agents, you'll never make it

[Chorus]
Now, where my niggas with the choppers
Or the TEC-9's in the waistline of creased Dockers
Tell my cuddie, blaze a shocker
And we gon' talk about them bitches or the busters on my roster
Now, where my niggas with the choppers
Or the TEC-9's in the waistline of creased Dockers
Tell my cuddie, blaze a shocker
And we gon' talk about them bitches or the busters on my roster

[Verse 3]
18 and over, Rolex dope, no baking soda
Four big oceans and just straight soldiers
Real niggas, free killers, big wheelers
A one way ticket to get bigger
And there's no return, so I learned to keep the jealous at a distance
A player hater had me in Quentin with murder in the first degree
And he was cool, he used to get perked with me
But he's a fool, duckin' with some federal shit
We ride rentals and we hoppin' out with metal and shit
Causin' havoc, know you shouldn'ta fucked with me, trick
I'll wait 'til 3 in the morning and give your front door a kick, bitch

[Chorus]
Now, where my niggas with the choppers
Or the TEC-9's in the waistline of creased Dockers
Tell my cuddie, blaze a shocker
And we gon' talk about them bitches or the busters on my roster
Now, where my niggas with the choppers?
Or the TEC-9's in the waistline of creased Dockers
Tell my cuddie, blaze a shocker
And we gon' talk about them bitches or the busters on my roster

[Outro]
Now, where my niggas with the choppers
Now, where my niggas with the choppers
Now, where my niggas with the choppers
Now, where my niggas with the choppers
Now, where my niggas with the choppers
Now, where my niggas with the choppers
Now, where my niggas with the choppers, yeah, yeah
Now, where my niggas with the choppers
Now, where my niggas with the choppers