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Text: Bad Boy's Da Band. Chopped Up.

What's happenin'
This ya boy Chopper City
Ya heard me, New Orleans

I'm from the dirty but I stay so fresh, so clean
With all these throwbacks you'll think I got a time machine
Kodak moment, every time I hit scenes
'Cuz I'm a young [Incomprehensible], I flip keys

Alicia ain't, got, nothin' on me, I'm so shady
Tha Benz is delicious, tha color is all gravy
Please believe, my squad be them DBE
We ridin' in them drop tops wit them DVD's

Spree wells on them alloys, daddy I'm so jiggy
I flow so sickly, I roll with P. Diddy
Fa-Shiggety, tha thug shit just run in my kidney
Always on point ain't no nigga gone put no steel in me

Feelin' me, every move I make
It replay, EA Sports style, especially on tha freeway
Whodi so wild, I keep thangs that bark loud
Move the whole crowd, I suggest niggaz to roll out, listen!

I'm a bad boy get out my way, 'rilla
Bust shots on the block when I spray, 'rilla
Ya get chopped up with the chopper
Ya dog ass gone get done for it, ya betta run for it

I'm a bad boy get out my way, 'rilla
Bust shots on the block when I spray, 'rilla
Ya get chopped up with the chopper
Ya dog ass gone get done for it, ya betta run for it

Tha bad boy's untamed guerrilla
I keeps it rilla' man ya gots to feel me
Worldwide connected from Ghanistan to Philly
What the dilly? I'm in tha milli' dropped 2-seater
With creepers strapped with Nina's, fuckin' with senoritas

Jesus I'm just off the meters
Believe I still do got more stripes and shelves than Adidas
Slang base-n-ball like Alex Rodriguez
Put ya foggles on, y'all niggaz can't see me, like

I up my level a notch to better, I can make a hit, a capella
Ya can't knock tha fella
I'm here now, I ain't going nowhere
Believe that, love it or not the boy is here

The boy don't fear, shit I been bad since birth, dog
Taught to blast mash get the cash and murk off
Skirt fake niggaz catch down syndrax
Call 9-1-index, these niggaz is jive

Ya hoe, I'm all in that she lovin' the guy
Fa' sho', look at her now
The stomach taped with pies
Ya heard me!

I'm a bad boy get out my way, 'rilla
Bust shots on the block when I spray, 'rilla
Ya get chopped up with the chopper
Ya dog ass gone get done for it, ya betta run for it

I'm a bad boy get out my way, 'rilla
Bust shots on the block when I spray, 'rilla
Ya get chopped up with the chopper
Ya dog ass gone get done for it, ya betta run for it

I'm that nigga, I got clout like Big Guy and Busta
I'm that fly with big guns that splat guys
I shit pies, Van Diesel, Triple XI
And pull deadly stunts, just like I'm Left Eye

Ain't, no half steppin' to test mines
If ya, want it then come and get, I'll make a name for ya
You gone get, what the fuck you came for the chainsaw
Sawed off ya ankles

Play like it's slavery and hang ya daddy
I catch ya playin' me it's danger
Taught to rap make it crack snackle and pop
All out of type that's the way I act on the block

'Bout green dope fiend supplier keep a beam of iron
In the jungle full of thieves and lions
I am focused man, the bad boy soldier
Landed on the top I thought I told ya man, listen!

I'm a bad boy get out my way, 'rilla
Bust shots on the block when I spray, 'rilla
Ya get chopped up with the chopper
Ya dog ass gone get done for it, ya betta run for it

I'm a bad boy get out my way, 'rilla
Bust shots on the block when I spray, 'rilla
Ya get chopped up with the chopper
Ya dog ass gone get done for it, ya betta run for it

I'm a bad boy get out my way, 'rilla
Bust shots on the block when I spray, 'rilla
Ya get chopped up with the chopper
Ya dog ass gone get done for it, ya betta run for it

I'm a bad boy get out my way, 'rilla
Bust shots on the block when I spray, 'rilla
Ya get chopped up with the chopper
Ya dog ass gone get done for it, ya betta run for it

Huh bruh, ya heard me, Bad Boy, ya heard me for life man
This how I'm livin' right out chea' man
New Orleans, to the day I die, 3rd Ward, Uptown man
Ya dig, I'm a bad boy man, they can't stop me
Young City, ya heard me, dofat, holla back