Chop Em Down Red Cafe (Ft. Busta Rhymes & Rick Ross)

[Chorus ?]
Y'all niggas 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 in your static, time to creep in your addic
I would do it myself, but I can pay for it, fagget
Man, these women a habit, linen and fabric
I be moving a lot, so [?] under my jacket
Niggas undеrcover cops, motherfuck [?]
Music to my ear, gеtting you motherfuckers shot
Duffle for the [?] counting commas
Marijuana farmer, time to roll up like a [?]
Money long, Franks by the pound
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