New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa Run it up, run it up, run it up Uh huh, uh huh, mhm, yeah yeah yeah New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa, run it up, run it up I ain't hearing what you say, I ain't listening what you say Get the fuck

Take the bread out of my hand You make me feel So good, loving me And you turn around and Shamed my name All I can say is la-la-la you, baby Good feeling (Listen Listen yeah)

She could hear those church bells ringing, ringing Fold your hands and close your eyes Yeah Yeah, it's all gonna be alright Yeah Yeah, they're ringing And up in the loft, that whole choir singing, singing And just listen listen to the church bells ringing, ringing Jenny

X gon' give it to ya, he gon' give it to ya First we gonna rock, then we gonna roll Then we let it pop, go, let it go! It’s what you hearin' (listen!) Yeah (uh), yeah, yeah (uh) (Grrrr) Yeah, don't get it twisted This rap shit is mine, motherfucker! It's

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Hold the fuck up We gonna take this little intermission to listen listen To what the fuck I got to say, you know I been doing this shit for years: Holding heat, selling Using, abusing all kinds of drugs; Robbing niggas, running up in niggas'

Twenty more minutes until I'm on I met that girl right up at my show Left her man in the crowd on the floor Listen, this is not my city show But I treat it like my city show Yeah Yeah, I am not slow These girls just want me 'cause I got the dough Pass that

Squeeze me baby, 'till the juice runs down my leg I should have quit you long time ago Ohh yeah yeah, long time ago I wouldn't be here, my children Down on this killin' floor I should have listened, baby, to my second mind Ohh, I should have listened, baby,

I can depend on myself Guys they always wonder about me (yeah, I hear ya "T") Cause everything I have is my own (I'm feelin' dis) There's no other way you can doubt me (and I'm listenin') Before I trust you I'll just be here alone Can I tell ya, can I

Yeah smash on the radio, bet I penned it We are trying to make way for Chris Brown I'm going to need you all to back away from the door You are not listening I need you all to back away from the door (Pull up, pull up) can't believe the girls, club

I'm goin' insane, nobody knows All by myself, let the rain hit me Mask up my pain, hold back my tears Yeah Yeah, I take another shot Tryna just forget all the negative Devil laughin', meanwhile God explaining the benefits Listen, financial freedom Come and go