B.G. - Run With My Chopper lyrics

You know 'bout me and my chopper, nigga
Watch this

Nigga, I'm dressed in my T, Girbauds
And Reeboks gotta settle beef for a nigga
Shot up my block
Get my clique, load them things up in the van
Don't matter - they in front
The law we gon' blast we creepin'
Sweepin' to catch these niggas slippin'
Every hood we think they be in we dippin'
Even through people, all through people yard
Believe me - tonight they goin' to
We ridin' all night, finally got lucky
We saw 'em chillin' back
Turned on the block hustlin'
Hit the lights, park, jumped out, walked
Crept down on 'em, let them AK's bark
One of them niggas broke out
I broke out behind him
Went down the alley, went under the house
I went behind him
Caught him, then I ch-chopped him up
In the process my Reeboks got fucked up
I'm runnin' with my chopper
I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper
Knock a head off with my chopper
And bang at the law with my chopper look
I'm runnin' with my chopper
I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper
Knock a head off with my chopper
Then bang at the law with my chopper

It don' got dark - you know it's
'bout to be some G shit
Twelve o'clock done hit -
It's midnight madness sun down
Moon out - you know them snakes comin'
Guerrillas on they way with
Them hundred-round drummins
Better get to runnin' - I'm
Killin' by the dozen
Bitch, you're up - you get
Eternal bleedin' from the stomach
I'm buckin', I'm bustin'
I'm bringin' trouble on your block
I ain't fearin' nothin' - you're in front me
You get chopped i'm hot, dog - keep that
Glock and it's cocked, dog
First time you're caught off
Your game, you drop, dog
I'm true to the game - ho, play for keeps
Pull up with the passenger drivin'
Way in the back seat
I don't give a fuck, never did, been real
Since I was young been seein' cats get killed
When it get dark better be able to run quick
Cause after that
That chopper gonna talk shit

If you don't know, I'm the BG
All about beefin'
Catch ya bobbin' your head at the
Dj and leave you leakin'
I'm on a buck, fuck on the up
Then squeeze it
Wildin, nigga - look, LT family grievin'
I'm on a mission to
Leave they family grievin'
Cut my dog life short, now I gotta teach 'em
I'ma and send work to
Keep niggas bust up goin' through his morgue
I'ma fool - Baby handed me my first tool
Told me if I feel played do what I gotta do
Nowadays I don't play with that K in my hand
You don't know from last album, I'ma made man
Uptown where I'm from - VL my stumpin' ground
Get outta line, I empty a drum at ya, clown
I'm a dog, dog - I'm tellin' ya I'm raw, dog
Like Pac: ya ain't in my clique
Fuck all y'all

Runnin' with my chopper
(Runnin' with my chopper)
I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper
(Set it off with my chopper)
Knock a head off with my chopper
(Knock a head off with my chopper)
Bang at the law with my chopper
(Bang at the law with my chopper)
I'm runnin' with my chopper
(Runnin' with my chopper)
I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper
(Set it off with my chopper)
Knock a head off with my chopper
(Knock a head off)
Bang at the law with my chopper
(Bang, bang at the law, nigga, huh?)
Ohhh, nigga
What you know 'bout that chopper? Fuck
Ya heard - checkmate with that chopper!
Nigga, checkmate with that chopper