Chop Em Down - Intellectual

[Chorus ?]

Y'all niggas talk shit, eh, I don't play around

I let the chopper chop 'em down, chopper chopper chop 'em down

Something on my waist, that you don't want in your face

Let the chopper chop 'em down

Chopper chopper chop 'em down

Chopper

Chopper chop 'em down

Let the chopper chopper chop 'em down

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Beef get me estatic, time to creep in your attict

I would do it myself, but I can pay for it, faggot

Man, these women a habit, linen and fabric

I be moving a lot, so kevlar undеr my jacket

Niggas undercover cops, mothеrfucking props

Music to my ear, getting you motherfuckers shot

Death before dishonor in this honor, counting commas

Marijuana farmer, time to roll up like a condom

Money long, Big Francs by the pound

Damn right I run the south, they see the face and lay it down

Got a chopper in that bitch, Russ Brown

You ain't gotta see it, everybody know the sound

[Verse 2: Red Cafe]

Nother day, nother chopper to your face

Putting y'all through the mix in the fire place

Fully auto strap, I don't wanna rap

See I be throwing bullets, I'm your favorite quarterback

Gorilla killer, casket sealer

Since a lil nigga, been a cocaine dealer

How you want it? You can get it, put your order in

You wanna play? I'm tooled up, put your quarter in

My trigger finger itchy, chopper be my BFF, yeah, Nicole Ritchie

I've been gone for a minute, know you niggas miss me

Now I'm back loud, better duck when the coppers from my chop-chopper fly

[Chorus ?]

Y'all niggas talk shit, eh, I don't play around

I let the chopper chop 'em down, chopper chopper chop 'em down

Something on my waist, that you don't want in your face

Let the chopper chop 'em down

Chopper chopper chop 'em down

Chopper

Chopper chop 'em down

Let the chopper chopper chop 'em down

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]

See that fire, strobe light strike from the barrel

I got it on smash, if you ain''t noticing trucks, I'm demanding all cash

Chop along like a coffin, you better haul ass

And when I cock it, shit be sounding like a car crash

Lots of casualties, from making niggas swallow bullets the size of Duracell batteries

I pop the chopper so much, I get a heat rash

Bullets breakfast your meat, like corn beef hash

Sometimes they call me menopause, the way my heat flash

Bullets lift you out your drawers, and leave a deep gash

You see them coming, nigga, better run

See the size of this chopper? Fuck your pellet gun

When you see this chopper, go head and do the math

The autograph is when the chopper chop the street in half

That's why to me, most of you niggas is clowns

So when you niggas talk, I just let the chopper chop 'em down