Karate Chop (Remix) (ft. Lil Wayne)

Karate Chop Remix
You know, This just some real ni*** shit, a real ni*** story
You know what I'm saying?
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'Rari
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean

Got a Panamera round a young ni*** neck
Got a young bitch pulling up in a vet
Smoke a lot of kush and I have a lot of sex
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
Bitch ni*** get money, ni*** get that
Roll a blunt of chronic, ni*** sell a lot of crack
You can hit a ni*** line, order what you want
I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk
50,000 on yo watch, young ni*** splurge
Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup
Keep a young ni*** workin' gotta buss a cape
I'ma take a phone call, hustle every day
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'Rari
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider
Young ni*** play with keys, like a type writer
Al Capone, John Gotti was a ni*** idol
I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible
In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle
Nigga where you at, ni*** we go pull up on ya
Young Bitch looking like Janet in the 80's
We was grinding up from a tube and a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a Jheri curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
Send it over from Lil Mexico and let me work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt

Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'Rari
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean
Pop a lot of pain pills
Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels
Beat that pu*** up like Emmett Till
Yeah...
Two cell phones ringin' at the same time
That's your ho, callin' from two different phones
Tell that bitch 'leave me the f*** alone!'
See, you f*** her wrong, and I f*** her long
I got a love-hate relationship with Molly
I'd rather pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolley
Boy, I'll bury you like Halle
And these hoes say I'm blind
'Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind
Man I just received a package
Them other niggas taxin'
And my pockets so fat, I'm startin' to feel contractions
And my cousin went to jail for them chickens
And he already home and that ni*** must be snitchin'
Cut him off like karate!

Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'Rari
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean