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big choppa - sticks & strikers lyrics

[hook: big choppa]
we got sticks and strikers x8

[verse 1: big choppa]
we got sticks an strikers drop ah n+gga then i leave
we got sticks for slides i ain’t talking bout no skis
i got chop sticks like it’s asian in my jeans
hold a nîgga hostage we gone make em beg an plead
heard em sending threats we ain’t having none of that
hit em in his head so it ain’t no coming back
ar+15 and it got the shoulder strap
god bless the n+gga who in front of that
i come from the slums find a house an trap from out it
everythang facts dnt believe me ask about it
cool calm collected ion do no scream and shouting
when it’s up smoke ah n+gga then go drop ah track about em
i’m the terminator we exterminate the pest
n+ggas over do the cap need to give that sh+t ah rest
my young n+ggas swiping shoot murder and finesse
caught ah opp tried to top em i was high an hit his chest
b+tch i’m paid an full i feel like mekhi pfeiffer
n+ggas out here telling they be singing like the choir
wipe ah n+gga nose like ah baby in them diapers
free them n+ggas coming home send ah prayer for them lifers
up a couple hundred grab a striker like i’m broke
but it’s only for ah slide moving like ah ghost
you bragging about attempts n+gga you ah joke
ima drop the whole crowd my back against the ropes
i’m that same n+gga down the street with brent an em
switching up them cars n+ggas think we renting them
free my n+gga dirt drop you on the strength of him
f+ck you and yo dead homie n+gga he had b+tch in him
i can’t get to him so i’m gone smoke his lil brother
i can’t go nowhere if i ain’t going with my cutter
riding with sum sh+t big enough to flip ah hummer
b+tch it’s choppa boys n+gga you will never find another
i got death on b+tch i’m starting to feel jus like dex
i got different choppers witch one should i select
got sum young n+ggas they will murder if i text
heard them n+ggas talking we gone pull up an make ah mess
he should wear a vest it dnt matter hit his head
blaze the whole house do whatever for that bread
praying to my chopper cross my heart an made a pledy
go r+t+rded with that m+th+rf+cker like i’m special ed

[hook: big choppa]
we got sticks and strikers x8

[outro: big choppa]
yea n+gga, yea p+ssy

- big choppa lyrics

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