Choppa vs a Boxer

If you get shot tryna be tough that's yo problem
Like nigga what's a boxer to a choppa
Badu boom Bada bing for the dollars
And let it sing like a lead at the opera
My kids all in her face she Mary poppins
She deposit her wallet In my pocket
I done came a long way from popping lockers
Heavy metal with the bands like a rocker
Home run in the field I'm mark mcgwire
Solo mission I'm the hitter and the driver
Pampered the hit it was full of shit like a diaper
Wahdam kazaamed bands sliced sniper
The eastsider tiger equalizer
40 deep with 9s we the real 49ers
Yosemite Sam cans washer and dryer
I a wet yo crib up like that bitch on fire

If you get shot tryna be tough that's yo problem
Like nigga what's a boxer to a choppa
Badu boom Bada bing for the dollas
Let it sing like a lead at the opera
My kids all in her face she Mary poppins
She deposit her wallet In my pocket
I done came a long way from popping lockers
Heavy metal with the bands like a rocker

Ion listen to they music these niggas liars
Selling dreams well bitch I'm not a buyer
Primer it's nothing but flocks and sticks in my priors
Casing out homes with drones I'm Michael Myers
Stabbing shit,smash n grabbing ballin like the Mavericks
Mac is splatting jacks beanstalk in half n shit
Laser tag, Bait grab, Casing like where the paper at
Break the bitch for bands, Refund She sent me a payment back
Chillin in the cut like where the scab at
Smac that
How yo ass fat but yo bag flat
Backtrack
Big Mac chillin on my lap bitch I'm mad max
Bitch I'm in my bag like a Knapsack
The smac back
Rulers Up in rugers, Nigga I shoot shooters
Razor a cutter chopper fold like a scooter
Hit his ass wit a boozooka I will not zab judah
I'm a super duper looter grimey shiesty ass trooper
Goofy goober
We like a bike club all these choppas
They won't listen but I'm yelling free the boppers
I got her
She hop on the stick like hermione
I a make you disappear with the stick like Harry Potter
Robbers, Nigga knockers, Boxer house squatters,
Trap smacers, Big bag bitch like I'm moving to Stanford
Handguns got clips I know yo ass can see
But the choppa got magazines I hope yo stupid ass can read
In n out of every fucking street from the north to the east
I been Gypsy lick totals over 30 at 19 nigga
Sloppy joes out the stove you don't know what that mean
2 empty safes in a day you niggas don't feel my pain
I can't feel my neck I been filled it up it with chains
I can't feel my grill I been buss down the frame
Diamonds in my ear, that broke shit I can't hear
Bitch this track and field Go run up a m
On gyp
The clip got 30 reasons you won't rob us
Like nigga what's a boxer to a choppa
In a cell block like I ain't learn nothin
Still shooting my shot hitting the box like Tim Duncan

If you get shot tryna be tough that's yo problem
Like nigga what's a boxer to a choppa
Badu boom Bada bing for the dollas
And let it sing like a lead at the opera
My kids all in her face she Mary poppins
She deposit her wallet In my pocket
I done came a long way from poppin in lockers
Heavy metal with the bands like a rocker
Home run in the field I'm mark mcgwire
Solo mission I'm the hitter and the driver
Pampered the hit it was full of shit like a diaper
Wahdam kazaamed bands sliced sniper
The eastsider tiger equalizer
40 deep with 9s we the real 49ers
Yosemite Sam cans washer and dryer
I a wet you crib up like that bitch on fire

Nigga
Gypsy
Smac
Nigga Gimme That