ترانه:
Chopper Read Do It

gat baby the opera ain't over 'til someone shoots the fuckin fat lady [Chorus: Chopper Read] Get in do it and get out blood free walk up bang bang step

feelin it No one can understand,this all i mean So try to catch up with me yea Ya breakin up, breakin up Now i'm hangin up, I chop it up chop it up I

give me nothin' but game Goin' insane and It's rainin' bloody murder, murder Chillin' in the gun range servin' on the corner, corner, chop, chop Watch

block track, the beat bleed, speak read Men eat weed, bead seed, I speed read, you need me To give it to you like you want it, I own it when I'm on it

Can't stop addicted to the shindig Chop top, it says, I'm gonna win big Choose not a life of imitation Distant cousin to the reservation De funk the

Do you go to the dungeon To find out how to make peace With your days in the dungeon? Writing a letter to you didn't make me any more peaceful Than how

] I do this shit for my thugs I do this shit for the chicks at the club I do this shit for the niggas that I love I do this shit for the streets, cause

grippin' on the wheel Turn it, turn it Blow another stack I earned it, earned it Blow another amp Pull another tramp Light another blunt Burn it, burn it Flame it

she was admiring my Minski suit Then she handed me the note, here, read this I just stared her up and down 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it It