It's Vino, Mr. Lucky Luciano Niggas got G's, but I want more keys than a piano, piano The shortstop and big shot, niggas all spot And you can park all the Bentley's on our block Little head, he got his *** cop, point it and *** it And you can't seem like Houdini as I bust out the bucket I send this out to fake niggas, we all shine And you can buy my chain, niggas, it's all time Try to fake me like Big Sugar and his ***, and his *** We all bleed blood, droppin' bullets, I'ma spit I'ma spit, I'ma push it down like a soldier I told ya, fighting for us through the click beats Chop, chop, chop, chop on them blades when we slide Chop, chop, chop, chop, go to them caves when we ride We gon' ride, we gon' ride, ***in' with them niggas out the side What you talkin' bout? What you talkin' bout? Chop, chop, chop, chop, go to them blades when we slide Chop, chop, chop, chop, go to them caves when we ride We gon' ride, we gon' ride, ***in' with them niggas out the side What you talkin' bout? What you talkin' bout? Two years ago, a friend of mine asked me to say some MC rhymes So I'm about to put it down like a real G should Represent my hood, cause this *** is all good It's understood to be a big shot, *** with niggas and shortstop Hidin' in here, thought this *** was gon' stop How we rock? On my block, when we creepin' Niggas peepin', we diggin' deep in, your bitches peepin' Cause it's chop, chop, chop, chop, go to them blades when we slide Chop, chop, chop, chop, go to them caves when we ride You gon' die, ***in' with some niggas out the side So what you talkin' bout? So what you talkin' bout? On your watch, cassette ready, I'm all up out my beddy Big shots hit your block, I'm choppin' like a machete Nine millimeters steady, seventeen shots heavy Mob your thread, make you regret you ever met me Niggas, they wanna wet me, so come try and get me I'm all in the entourage, no less than a hundred and fifty Small figures can't bet me, shortstop's his limit Sit back, don't stop, in a convertible road Bentley, Rolex, Presidential, Buzzsaw, GF50 Bobby Jones' cell phone is what my label send me Paper, we got plenty, your bank account be empty This thug *** and drug ***, I can't quit, man, it's in me Chop, chop, chop, chop, go to them blades when we slide Chop, chop, chop, chop, go to them caves when we ride ***in' with them niggas at the side, so what you talkin' bout? What you talkin' bout? Chop, chop, chop, chop, go to them blades when we slide Chop, chop, chop, chop, go to them caves when we ride ***in' with them niggas at the side, so what you talkin' bout? What you talkin' bout? So you wanna ride with the big shots, you get them buck shots *** a nigga down with shortstop, this is our block, our spot I ain't see, don't told you, you gon' park all them Bentley's on our block Got the girls in the hood, it's pleasing us Keep our cheese, keep the heat from us Serving the brothers in the morning, loving us Got them riding on the south side, cause I like them cheeks Dick 4, 6, 8, candy paint, elbow on the road, feel the grill We chicken flipping, flippin', dipping sticks, sippin' syrup We never hate, want a taste of homey? Get your cup Chopping on them blades, like I'm made with the big shot Remember me, Rasheed from the shortstop Chop, chop, chop, chop, on them blades when we ride Pop, pop, pop, pop, up that cave when we slide Take the stack and stack it, money back, we got plenty action MWO we got, accommodate your satisfaction Lil' Troy by knees, the grill reaper Third coast taking over, the game is getting deeper Rasheed the first degree, on the mark of D Cup of C, set for life up in this industry Chop, chop, chop, chop, on them blades when we slide Chop, chop, chop, chop, go to them caves when we ride ***in' with them niggas at the sound, see what you talking bout Chop, chop, chop, chop, go to them blades when we slide Chop, chop, chop, chop, go to them caves when we ride ***in' with them niggas at the sound, see what you talking bout