Correction Lyrics BM J.R. - Chopped & Screwed by Birdman

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Yeah shawty you know what I'm talkin' about
I'm peepin' these n***as out there slippin', lookin' like
They ain't 'bout money no mo' man, so uh f**k
You know what we gon' do huh, what we been doin' huh n***a
We gon' load up get a lot mo' get a lot mo' and say f**k 'em n***a
Keep buyin' sh*t, keep f**kin' hoes
Loadin' up on mo' b*t*hes
Then you know what I'm sayin', we gon' get greedy too n***a
I ain't never gettin' full
I'm full blooded with this grind
Yeah they don't understand lil n***a

Murder capital, only key to survive is kill
If the elements don't murder you the riders will, for real
And n***as know I go hard to the fullest
Get involved and I got em playing dodgeball with bullets
Yeah, I got the sawed-off fully
In the Sean John hoodie, get f**ked, you play pu**y
Ha, we hit 'em up while they lookin'
And them body shots hurt, but the head shots took him
Damn, and if the red dot spot 'em then the hollow head got 'em
Knock his top to his bottom jack
Yeah, you see we grind from the bottom
Just to make it to the bottom at the very bottom of the map
Lil Weezyana piranhas everywhere you at
You gotta wear ya extra condom and a extra gat
Your b*t*h can get it for actin' like a man
And n***as in Pakistan ain't packin' like your man
I backwards hand your man on command
In front of n***as he cool with them boys on fan
I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates
Ducking the animal keeper runnin' with my primates
You ain't did it till you done it like in five states
Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight
And in the drought I go on a diet and stretch more
Lose all that weight, leave a n***a with stretch marks
You don't even come up to a n***a chest pa' sub par
What the f**k they play it in the club for
Real sh*t I'm ducking bombs from a drug war
No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord
Father forgive 'em for they know not who they pushin' Lord
Father forgive me if I have to send 'em to you Lord
I'm just tryin' dodge the shots they send to the God
They ridin' up highway to heaven boulevard
Damn, them n***as pu**y and jive
Not even in a eye exam, they ain't lookin' for I
The A and the K will make your face crook to the side
Now when you smilin' everybody gotta look from the side
'Cause when you wildin' you ain't lookin' you just lookin' high
And when we hungry you look like pie
Sweet potato-a** n***a, you lemon merengue, apple custard
Cherry jelly, don't make me get the biscuit busta, yeah!
What up, Gizzle? You my distant brother
Real sh*t, n***a, same father, different mother
I skip the frontin' and stick to keepin' it trill
You not know me for nothin' other, I'm somethin' other
Than people you feel I'm deeper for real, I'm deeper than skills
My speeches can kill, rest in peace
Yeah, you underdig, shawty? It's all about one thing n***a
If you bout money, n***a, come f**k with us
If you ain't bout no money, get the f**k from 'round us, n***a
And whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it
However you wanna get, we can give it to ya, n***a
All runners, b*t*h, you underdig? Put your prints in, n***a
Put your feet down and your nuts on the concrete and let's roll

You sleep in the field for trying the dude
I'll bust ya head to the meat turn ya mind to food
Food for thought, think I ain't lyin' to you
I lie his body in grease, set fire to him
I tie his body in sheets put the tires to him
Make him feel the Escalade put his feet in the blades
Damn! I'm the heat in the blaze
And n***as keep they ways when I'm in the streets wit blay What!
My n***a hungry he'll eat the plate
And if I ask the homeboy'll eat ya face, yea!
And though he got me, you can ask I'm like a pool table
I keep the eight, my side pocket side ways
When I pop it leave a n***a sideways for five days
Birdman talk to 'em

Yeah n***a, I tell em, I'll tell em again shawty
If it ain't bout no money, get the motherf**k from 'round me n***a
Check my swag, I travel like sound dawg
You play hard and I’m gravel like ground dawg
I'm underground, call me groundhog
Lay down laws, call me ground law
Don't confuse me with the law, naw
But just confuse me with my pa because I am the Birdman J.R
I ain't trippin' n***a, I play the corner like Ripken n***a
With the forty Cal Ripken n***a, rip a n***a
Flip your vehicle, split your windshield
Whack ya baby momma but I'll let the kid live
And people say that I am a kid still
'Cause the lil n***a still ride on big wheels
You feeling animal then come on and get killed
The Sig peel bandanas like bananas
Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana
In my Cabana wit my bottom b*t*h from Savannah
Man a train couldn't stop ya man
I man up and you not a man, I stand up say I got my land
I'm the man of my land, call it Lil-Weezy-ana
That's the new plan

Yeah n***a, you 'bout some money get at me n***a
That's the only way
Dumb sh*t we 'bout that get at me you undadig
N***a roll solo, dolo n***a

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