Chopper

(Crazy) Ay, ay Ay you know me Ay, it's, it's, it's....it's Doc Holli-muthafuckin'-day (You don't know me fools?) A.K.A. Crazy muthafucka now You know what I'm sayin', ay I'd like to say um...hello to the muthafuckin' Feds And the muthafuckin' um....police And all of them muthafuckas thats tryin' to shut the Iberville down You can't shut me down when I got this here ya know? First Verse (Crazy): When I first got my chopper, I couldn't use it Now these niggas wanna thug hate me, so I abuse it Pay your dues nigga that's what, Rodney told me If a nigga cross my family, his life is what he owe me I'm the rowdiest nigga here, you better read about it Ain't no coke, hit Louisiana unless I know about it Doc Holliday, the name you pigeons jock Used to call me Crazy in the 'Ville when I was slangin' rocks Now I tote a Glock Ready for war My cousin Tiger got the C-4, blow up your car I got niggas that be beggin' me, to take a hit A hundred breathers comin' dressed in black, aw shit I'm the real don in this bitch, fuck all you other niggas I be checkin' niggas nuts, while you be countin' figures If you plan to go to war, then call the coppers Me and my breathers we was raised totin' choppers Chorus (Crazy): When I first got my chopper, I couldn't use it Now they wanna thug hate me, so I abuse it Pay your dues nigga that's what, Rodney told me If you ever cross the family, your life is what you owe me When I first got my chopper, I couldn't use it Now these niggas thug hate me, so I abuse it Pay your dues nigga that's what, Rodney told me If you ever cross my family, you life is what you owe me Second Verse (Crazy): Always claimin' that your money long, down to supply me If you wanna go to war BITCH, you couldn't find me But I'll find you, and after shows Me and my breathers kickin' in your fuckin' door It's a must that I bust that ass But you gone see it comin' Look for the reaper wearin' a hood, you see him runnin' Nigga, I run shop That's how we breath Slangin' everything from 'roin to coke nigga, to weed Lead up the highway, with the pigs chasin' I'm a three time loser, I'm not gonna face 'em Shakin', with my hands up on the trigga if I, die tonight Remember me nigga As a heartless muthafucka, King of the block The breather from New Orleans that been thuggin' like Pac Ain't no way in Hell muthafuckas, that they could stop us Even in my grave I'ma still tote my chopper Chorus Third Verse (???? + ????): (????) Watch where you thug, in the desert storm of slugs Nigga ain't no love when you fuck with a young thug Out of blood I'm huggin' my pistol Because these niggas out to get you You knockin' my issue I got my K ready to split you I'm leavin' 'em done, and ain't nobody gone be livin' I'm bustin' for funds, so all your chest gone be rippin' You test if you want You get your whole clique funked Ask the last nigga, he still chillin' in the trunk (????) Slug peeler foreala, made nigga Cuz I tote a nine milli Chest ripper, hollow point slugs I deliver My heart's bent cuz I run with those graveyard fillers Snitch niggas, try that slick shit to get'cha issue Thug nigga, all about my cream and cake Fuck them bitches brown nosin' cuz they lame and fake Perpetrate, you need your fate Not great from hate Keep your vest on, but chopper bullets penetrate Chorus (Crazy) We don't care, put your choppers in the muthafuckin' air We don't care, put your choppers in the muthafuckin' air We don't care, put your choppers in the muthafuckin' air We don't care, put your choppers in the muthafuckin' air Crazy alias Doc Holliday Breathe with me!