Joey Fatts - Chipper Jones II Lyrics
[Verse 1]Guess who's back in the mother*****ing houseBut this time we want the bricks nigga, then we outAnd if he don't comply, nigga blow his brains outMy whole family banged out so I went the same routeMoving birds down south, me and my niggasTrapping on the block till the fed's come get usMellow young guy, grew up listening to DillaBut don't get it *****ed up, I still trip a niggaNever had a father figure, I grew up in these streetsStraight G, keep a heater, never getting cold feetKnown to get it cracking so the homie's love meSo whenever it's action, know they riding for meSnitch niggas get they *****ing mama chipRising to prominence you other niggas counterfeitSwing a punch, I got a forty-five to counter itThat's what you get for starting shit, you on the corners counting split[Verse 2]Never gon' changeStill be that same mother*****er from the gangChilling with my niggas and you know they rep the sameServing bricks, getting money, all my niggas gang bangMother*****er and we 'bout itMasked up, hammer tucked, down to bustLooking for a nigga while I'm blowing on this cannibusCatch you niggas slipping, ***** it back and do him scandalousToting big choppers, A.I. with the handles bruh'
