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letra de choppas on yo blocc - xmafia

[intro: ja rule, beatsbysav, masimba chikosi
i don’t give a f-ck about nothing, man
(ooh, sav) middle fingers up
yeah, choppas on yo blocc
yeah

[chorus: masimba chikosi]
choppas on your block, f-ck life, this your death date
f-ckers call me odin, omnipotent like it’s wednesday
break a n-gga’s ankles, all i did was pull a hesi
wishes do come true, motherf-cker, ask clemente

[verse 1: masimba chikosi]
ain’t a necrophile but i’m f-cking on my opps grave
mr. intelligent, i just use that sh-t to cause pain
really think i give a f-ck? b-tch, i’m the new john wayne
energy atomic, i guess you can call me oppenheimer
on your barbie world, n-ggas playing with toy guns
talk so much sh-t but they playing with poison
that ak-47 ain’t gave a f-ck ’bout your kids
and that godd-mn mac-11 don’t either, b-tch (i ain’t give a sh-t)
tell that n-gga ob that he better watch his step
and if he tryna drop a diss, it won’t be pretty for ks
p-ssing on my name behind my back, not to my face
but come outside, i’m at your place and best believe bullets gon’ spray, n-gga
[verse 2: kilwak]
psa, i brought a dagger to the gunfight
he didn’t show speed, i walked him down and made him take flight
he only got his mans up off because he can’t fight
that’s two birds with one stone and i’mma beat him like a mic
how you rock a cut and scared to fade?
y’all n-ggas really prove you b-tch made
and i can’t even understand that sh-t
i stand on ten toes when i’m at you, get at me, b-tch
but that’s my fault, i forgot these n-ggas b-tch made
the only time they ever flex cash is when they b-tch making

[verse 3: siqaramin massaquoi]
i come from tennessee and you know i’m straight rockin
nashville is the city that you know i just clock in
murder happens daily so that’s gonna happen often
gotta watch your mouth when you really start that talkin’
and the gangs in my city that you knowin’ that you crossin
you might end up being just another statistic
layin dead, face gone like you never existed
in a ditch rottin’ away in bordeaux district
shut it down, walk away not to get specific
this rap game came to life, now that’s gettin realistic
people think i’m nice but they really got it twisted
choke ’em out like i was a popeyes biscuit
down to earth or can be straight vindictive
you don’t know the half of the wrath of my crew
have you seein’ black, yellow, red, and some blue
family come to see you in icu
the choppas on your block, man, i ain’t gotta explain
we comin’ to your city like it’s a d-mn campaign
[verse 4: masimba chikosi]
born in a squared, moved to the b
all my n-ggas from the s and the d gon’ slide for me
f-ck you up like you got an std, they ride for me
do a favor, spin back round and make sure he died for me
b-tch, i’m vicious with my clips, no such thing as no malice
all these n-ggas tryna brawl like ron artest at the palace
a bit of maverick, son of nazareth, ain’t from dallas
and all my callouses would give average hoes paralysis
how many times i gotta repeat myself in this b-tch?
i’ve never and won’t ever give a motherf-cking sh-t
till the day i die, these choppas on your block gon’ make a sound
if you didn’t know, well, you know now, n-gga, this that

[outro: masimba chikosi]
haha
f-ck ob, f-ck ks
y’all n-ggas can ask clemente
b-tch

- xmafia

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