Get Chopped Lyrics - Singles - The Click

Game must be focused upon, game 

If you ain't got game you ain't got nathin' 

(What you say) 

If you ain't got game you ain't got nathin', game 

(Then spit it) 

A nigga spent his last quadruple of cash 

Hopin' that the plane wouldn't crash 

Out smarted the task while teachin' they ass 

Bouts the other side of the grass 

Uh, I spits the truth from the soil untold 

See 340 in ya pager, that's the code 

Hit me back 'cause you know he's busy off the hook 

Plus the hurricane ethyl got him too took 

Drug instances, penitentiary chances 

Circumstances, gigantic ass live enhancements 

Keep on mashin' though, don't quit 

Game related, comin' from the fuckin' click 

Now that I made the major leagues 

Pushin' big KI's 

Niggas from my block ain't tryin' to see me 

I came up too fast for them punks hoes 

Now them fools wants to kick in my door 

Bringin' over the change if you think that you can fuck with this 

Bam, pops to the dome bitch 

Motherfuckers hate to see a true nigga flamboast 

Bringin' in more net than gross 

They wants to kick in my spot, boom get chopped 

They wanna take me for what I got, boom get chopped 

They wants to strike through my block, boom get chopped 

But I'm up on they plot, boom get chopped 

Bitch, feelin' evil like Knievel lookin' for a wrench 

Gotta a couple screws loose like the Grinch 

Problem child ain't got no problem with disposin' 

Lose me temper, lose me cool but on the same token 

He ain't gon' bust a grip, man that nigga E-40 fakin' 

You failized I have ya whole family wear and taken 

Paper hatin' haters get put in they place 

Crevice achin' baggers get smacked in the face 

Niggas from the other side of town be talkin' big shit 

Actin' like they wanna fuck with my click 

But the shit ain't changed fuck the rap game 

Hill side nigga on a mission to proclaim 

My motherfuckin' spot in society 

South side niggas just jealous, they doubt me 

Punk niggas lookin' for a reason 

Kick off a rucus to start the funk season 

They wants to kick in my spot, boom get chopped 

They wanna take me for what I got, boom get chopped 

They wants to strike through my block, boom get chopped 

But I'm up on they plot, boom get chopped 

I fucks with ya, ya bitch 

Nigga get rich, fool don't you know this the click 

Be the hundred SL's what a nigga straight smash 

One hundred thousand in cash 

Follow the leader, trip on how this thing gets deeper 

The more I teach 'em the dumber I get 

Dizzy-izzy, hey shot these tardy niggas kill me 

But what they don't know is, I fly cerebral cortex like a frisbee 

Fuck 'em and feed 'em, pistol whip they ass and bleed 'em 

Stuck 'em and read 'em, find out where they snooze and sleep 'em 

You pearl tongues need to stop workin' for the cops 

Rot heads don't get no props, beotch