[Chorus ?]
Y'all n***as 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
Chopper chop 'em down
Let the 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
N***as 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 n***a, 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 n***as miss me
Now I'm back loud, better duck when the coppers from my chop-chopper fly

[Chorus ?]
Y'all n***as 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
Chopper chop 'em down
Let the 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 n***as 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, n***a, 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 n***as is clowns
So when you n***as talk, I just let the chopper chop 'em down