Sangtekst: Plies. Choppa Zone.
[Hook: Plies]
better ride with your fire
stay ya ass home
Why?
becasue you in a muthafuckin chopper zone!
And any faggot nigga live will cut them choppers on.
Why?
cuz you in a mutha fuckin chooper zone!
Where tha jack boyz hang an where tha crews roam
Why?
cuz you in a muthafuckin chopper zone!
Keep one in tha chamber cuz cockin it take too long!
Why?
cuz you in a muthafuckin chopper zone!
[Verse 1:]
The crackers got a law called 10-20-life
The streets got a law called ride wit your fire
A street nigga so the street law I live by
In these streets nigga only the smart survive
[gunshots]
The crackers got a law called 10-20-life
The streets got a law called ride wit your fire
A street nigga so the street law I live by
In these streets nigga only the smart survive
Cuz where the weak an the pussy niggas get tried
Thug niggas don't respect money they respect fire
So if got to you better stay strapped or die
better walk light and keep your head on tha swivel
Make sure you stay at arms reach on ya pistol
Don't let him fool ya keep ya eye on the young nigga
Keep thinkin he sweet and he gon be the bitch ta kill ya
And if you pull it ya betta use it, thats all I gotta tell ya
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
If you aint from around here you betta keep ya doors locked
With your windows wound up with your shit cocked
Cuz them crackers gon have you on the news at six'o' clock
Slumped over in your shit with a head shot
Cuz if it look sweet niggas tryin off top
The last four days around here a bitch done got shot
And all you see is yellow tape and white chalk
Thats where the doors get kicked, heads get bussed
And run your dick sucker live will get you clapped up
Cuz them hot slugs will fill yo lil ass up
So if you think it look fishy you better buss
Cuz you in a chopper zone and choppers is a must
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
The funeral home down here nigga its big business
I aint seen a fight in five years boy niggas spittin
When niggas shoot choppers hard to do too much missin
Niggas gettin up on ya ass now, aint no long distance
You see a nigga bend that corner you better start shippin
Cuz its too late to move when that thang start rippin
Dont take nothin but one of them hot ones to leave yo ass finished
And that lil mouth you got on you gon leave yo azz drippin!
[Hook: until end]
better ride with your fire
stay ya ass home
Why?
becasue you in a muthafuckin chopper zone!
And any faggot nigga live will cut them choppers on.
Why?
cuz you in a mutha fuckin chooper zone!
Where tha jack boyz hang an where tha crews roam
Why?
cuz you in a muthafuckin chopper zone!
Keep one in tha chamber cuz cockin it take too long!
Why?
cuz you in a muthafuckin chopper zone!
[Verse 1:]
The crackers got a law called 10-20-life
The streets got a law called ride wit your fire
A street nigga so the street law I live by
In these streets nigga only the smart survive
[gunshots]
The crackers got a law called 10-20-life
The streets got a law called ride wit your fire
A street nigga so the street law I live by
In these streets nigga only the smart survive
Cuz where the weak an the pussy niggas get tried
Thug niggas don't respect money they respect fire
So if got to you better stay strapped or die
better walk light and keep your head on tha swivel
Make sure you stay at arms reach on ya pistol
Don't let him fool ya keep ya eye on the young nigga
Keep thinkin he sweet and he gon be the bitch ta kill ya
And if you pull it ya betta use it, thats all I gotta tell ya
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
If you aint from around here you betta keep ya doors locked
With your windows wound up with your shit cocked
Cuz them crackers gon have you on the news at six'o' clock
Slumped over in your shit with a head shot
Cuz if it look sweet niggas tryin off top
The last four days around here a bitch done got shot
And all you see is yellow tape and white chalk
Thats where the doors get kicked, heads get bussed
And run your dick sucker live will get you clapped up
Cuz them hot slugs will fill yo lil ass up
So if you think it look fishy you better buss
Cuz you in a chopper zone and choppers is a must
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
The funeral home down here nigga its big business
I aint seen a fight in five years boy niggas spittin
When niggas shoot choppers hard to do too much missin
Niggas gettin up on ya ass now, aint no long distance
You see a nigga bend that corner you better start shippin
Cuz its too late to move when that thang start rippin
Dont take nothin but one of them hot ones to leave yo ass finished
And that lil mouth you got on you gon leave yo azz drippin!
[Hook: until end]
Plies