Bonus Track #1 lyrics

Artist  : Choppa 
Song : Bonus Track #1



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 feat. Curren$y, Master P
[Choppa]
While you walking I'm running, while you shooting
I'm chopping
Got me confused with them dudes, but who is you
to be knocking
Now I be marching like a soldier, and my army
right behind me
On that Westbank is where a nigga, might find me
f**king with me boy, you gon get your ish-a
I represent from the heights, all the way to the
pitcher
And I'm all about a dolla dolla, nobody hotta
hotta
I can pull a Prada model, t-shirt holla wobble
wobble
We in the club pop a bottle, at the bar
Tell your girl stop tripping, she could holla at
a star
Hypnotic in the car, is all I need to get mean
We could mix it with henny, and we turning it
green
Like one say, left to the right right, to the
left left, to the right
Let me see you bounce with me, East to the West
North to the South, back to the house, come blow
a ounce with me

[Hook - 2x]
All my soldiers with me (yeah)
All my whodis with me (yeah)
If you hustle hard for a nigga praying (yeah)
My soldieretts with me (yeah)
My independent women (yeah)
Them hoes hatin' cause you looking good (hell
yeah)

[Choppa]
Everybody throw your dranks up, soldiers throw
your tanks up
Hit the flo', wild out, everybody drink something
Its your set, throw it up, show me where the f**k
you from
What you drinking mix it with this, hit this weed
and have some fun
Girls got they butts up, y'all know what's up
We drinking this straight out the bottle, whodi
put them cups up
 
I'm from the home of the Queen, that they call
Anna
I come to represent New Orleans, Louisiana

[Master P]
The New No Limit guerillas, we gon ride to get
scrilla
I'm a soldier till I die, and real niggas gon
feel us
I put that heat on your ass, nigga play and get
bagged
Uptown, thugged out, t-shirts and du-rags
On the block where you find me, my niggas right
behind me
Third Ward Calliope projects, we on the grind G
My bottle slang chrome, nigga tats on arms
We gon wild out till, C-Murder come home

[Hook]

[Curren$y]
Pull up in a big truck, on a set of twenty
three's 
Twenty G's cash, in the pocket to my P. Miller
jeans
Playa hatas mad, they wish they could rid of me
I'm always on the radio, I'm always on the t.v.
screens
Now am I bout it huh, whodi I'm bout it bout it
Hop out the limo, watch the women form a crowd
around it
I keep the burner with me, never on the streets
without it
I put you in the papers, let your family read
about it
I'm going hard in the streets, and I own my own
crib
You'll never see a landlord, round me
T-R-U nigga, you could ask my dog C
And my money hell-a-long, cause I just got a
check from P
Huh bit*hes to Hot Spitter, you f**k around if
you want
And watch how quick a nigga, send you to the
hospital
Stick this baretta to your braids, me and my
soldiers
Sticking together like Franky Beverly and me

[Hook - 2x]