Artist: Statik Selektah f/ Jon Connor, Ransom Album: What Goes Around Song: The Chopper Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Sample from "The Chopper" by The Notations] He's the bond for the soul real front page scoop only he knows what he might do A cool dressin walker real hip talker my man Chopper, oh ho! [Jon Conner]: Yeah, I'm a take y'all there right! Uh! [Verse One: Jon Connor] I got a vendetta who make hits? My hands better The flow is money, like, I wet up the bank teller The tattle tellers tell us we lock it, that's being modest Cause I'm a motherfucker your momma is into bondage I promise I bomb it, drunk with powerless Gin and Tonic Where I'm from niggas'll have you singing like Harry Connick So fake thug shit and that drug shit homie stop it I'm from where niggas get popped and hold that dope in the stockings This real shit we deal with and ignorance There is an illness no pill could heal nigga feel this What can you tell us? We see death up out the window Our friends go just as fast as the wind blows We wishin we could be as happy as the Winslows The pain of my kinfolks and every pen stroke Fly, fly, fly, fly city And I'm a hold it down' til God come and get me Look this for the people who think it's easy enough They say pound the pavement, shit we beatin it up Get rock for bread cause niggas ain't eatin enough In the club deep as the fuck every weekend heatin it up I could tell you what the news like Niggas you knew on the tube the past two nights Here there ain't no such thing as do right just move right Cause half the niggas in the hood got two strikes Play your position overpopulated with liquor stores The liquor pours to a drunk mind that think ''what am I living for?'' You drownin why the conditions that we are surrounded by The shit that we hate is the shit that we bounded by See true beef is when somebody stop breathin Not the shit rappers do, I mean really, somebody leave it My neighborhood it be safer to pack a vest Unless you think your momma look good in that black dress This Connor [Verse 2: Ransom] Lyrically I cause a holocaust when bottles toss, it's Molotovs Mob hits niggas is screamin 'he shot the boss' While I'm drunk as hell laughing, stumbling out the court They dumpin them by the park, that's somethin I'm not involved The sweet sounds of the street serenade for lack of a better phrase It's sour so we're asking for better days The power of the black that was led astray Blastin the lead away, cemetaries packin the dead away The mind of a lost soldier before closure My poor shoulders carry the weight of four boulders Life's kinda +Rocky+ like Sly before +Cobra+ So call Oprah, take a piss on that whore's sofa Everybody's ballin, but Ran won't cross over The more money, the more snakes, the more vultures They talk funny, they all fakes, I'm all focused My prognosis is high doses, hittin them up like Pac wrote this These cockroaches scurry around when the lights off I give 'em a thriller as soon as the mic's on Tyson, chill tattoos cover his pythons Icon, a seat on the throne that's what's my sight's on Controlling the +Heat+ they say I'm like 'Bron But I ignite bombs, verbal abortion, serving 'em portions of death Ain't no rest in peace sleep turn in your coffin And I was turned to an orphan, I don't pay a preacher Fuck religion I go into your church and burn up the offerings Huh! Motherfuckers, so what you offerin? I only talk money my nigga, so what you talkin? See one time so I hold my gun A drunk mind speaks a sober tongue, so you supposed to run Exterminator with a hard drive of Plans to save the game but never return the data I'm gone [Outro: Sample from "The Chopper" by The Notations] He's the bond for the soul real front page scoop only he knows what he might do A cool dressin walker real hip talker my man Chopper, oh ho!