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the click - get chopped lyrics

[intro: e-40]
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)

[e-40]
a n-gga spent his last to quadruple his cash
hopin’ that the plane wouldn’t crash
outsmarted the task by teachin’ they -ss
bouts the other side of the gr-ss, ugh
i spits the truth from the soil, untold
see 3-40 in ya pager, that’s the code
hit me back even though he’s busy off the hook
plus the hurricane ethyl got him too took
drug advancements, penitentiary chances
circ-mstances, gigantic -ss leave enhancements
keep on mashin’ though, don’t quit
game related, comin’ from the f-ckin’ cl!ck

[d-shot]
now that i made the major leagues
pushin’ big ki’s
n-ggas 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 f-ck with this
bam, pops to the dome b-tch
motherf-ckers hate to see a true n-gga flamboast
bringin’ in more net than gross

[hook]
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

[e-40]
b-tch, 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 grape, e-40, mayne, that n-gga fakin’
you fail-ize i’ll have ya whole family wind taken
paper hatin’ haters get put in they place
crevice achin’, back and get scratched in the face

[d-shot]
n-ggas from the other side of town be talkin’ big sh-t
actin’ like they wanna f-ck with my cl!ck
but the sh-t ain’t changed f-ck the rap game
hillside n-gga on a mission to proclaim
my motherf-ckin’ spot in society
southside n-ggas just jealous, they doubt me
punk n-ggas lookin’ for a reason
to kick off some ruckus to start the funk season

[hook]

[d-shot]
i f-cks b-tch after b-tch, n-gga, get rich
don’t you know this the cl!ck?
v the hundred sl’s what a n-gga straight smash
one hundred thousand in cash

[e-40]
follow the leader, trip off how the game gets deeper
the more i teach ’em, the dumber i get
dizzy-izzy, hey shot, these tardy n-ggas k!ll me
but what they don’t know is i fly their cerebral cortex like a frisbee
f-ck ’em and feed ’em
pistol whip they -ss and bleed ’em
stuck ’em and read ’em
find out where they snooze and sleep ’em
you pearl tongues need to stop workin’ for them cops
rat-heads don’t get no props, beotch!

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