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Dem Franchize Boyz - 45's, Choppaz & 9's Lyrics




[Verse 1]
A yeah nigga motherf*ckin franchize in this bitch.
Franchize records. Nigga pop in that motherf*ckin door
Like we ainâ¬"t gon do shit.
We donâ¬"t do no motherf*ckin fights.
Chizaman Triggerman. Know that chop up motherf*cker.
Yeah oh my. Buddy that fo 5 ready nigga.
Oh my. Pimpin yo 9 cock to train nigga.
Oh my. Yeah you know I keep mine on the chain.
Oh my. What the f*ck, hard not,
Nuts, me, ruts, all these motherf*ckin guns.
He ainâ¬"t got no more motherf*ckin words.
All you hear is that, when I lay you down on the ground
Is that, sound, they poppin like they hard but they
Feel, they hoes. I know that they get scared when they
Hear..oh no. First I get the k and then I.
Itâ¬"s danger. Then I load a 100 rounds. One in the
Chamber. You gotta aim at the chest up.
Then shoot at they head. If they vest up.
My ak-45 and 9 milli cocked backed.
You bout to run, squeeze of a button,
Will make yo head drop back.
When I hear bitch say, Iâ¬"m ready to go.
But when you hear my bitch say,
Iâ¬"m letting her go. So what motherf*cker what.
Now here they come you betta duck motherf*cker duck
Cuz you canâ¬"t run. Man f*ck them bitch ass niggas
Talking dat f*ck shit nigga. Hold them motherf*ckin guns up, ride out.

[Chorus]
45â¬"s and choppaz and 9â¬"s.
45â¬"s and choppaz and 9â¬"s.
45â¬"s and choppaz and 9â¬"s.
45â¬"s and choppaz and 9â¬"s.

[Verse 2]
Step on the scene with the green and a.
When shit get ugly I put the beam on a.
They probably became a murder scene called da.
First it was shots sirens from the.
Franchize team and we the king wit the.
I donâ¬"t gotta say a thing you give me cream and you
Will. Iâ¬"m making shit spark like new years eve wit
The. I tool like a broom I sweep em clean wit the.

[Verse 3]
These niggas be runnin dey mouth.
But they donâ¬"t want drama.
I been da kidnapped dey daughter.
And send a note to her momma.
I can rock timbs in the summer and still be cool in
The summer. Write on you niggas like paper,
But my tool in my lumber. Iâ¬"m moving work in the
Hood. And yall aint seein my number.
Iâ¬"m paranoid already, I keep dat tool tuck number.
When I pull up at the club itâ¬"s 26 on the hummer.
Run dis up on the choppa take out like next on the hummer.

[Chorus]

[Verse 4]
When it comes to war you know Iâ¬"m able son.
My tool make a sound like a staple gun.
Betta run. You scared you wanna live.
Give it up know you familiar wit a robber is.
Donâ¬"t get bust. Touch niggas for cash flow.
Lock and load bitch go down a dusty road.
Nigga froze, he didnâ¬"t like my sound check.
Pop check. Yeah hoe I want yo whole check.

[Verse 5]
Every nigga got the heart to make it.
But when its time to pull the trigger they gon choke.
But if I reach the part to where I.
Iâ¬"m lettin it flow and if it jam up Iâ¬"m gon.
Release some more. Empty out the clip.
I donâ¬"t need no worry. My team trained to go at anytime,
That son you betta know. Military mind on the grind
Like commando. Flashlight fo 5 wit a pistol grip handle.

And they talk about my mothef*ckin boys ainâ¬"t ready.
I got a motherf*ckin squad on my motherf*ckin hand.
Franchize, franchize boyz,
Franchize records, till dem niggas,
You already motherf*ckin know.
We takin over the motherf*ckin streets nigga. Hey.

[Chorus]
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[Verse 1]
A yeah nigga motherf*ckin franchize in this bitch.
Franchize records. Nigga pop in that motherf*ckin door
Like we ainâ¬"t gon do shit.
We donâ¬"t do no motherf*ckin fights.
Chizaman Triggerman. Know that chop up motherf*cker.
Yeah oh my. Buddy that fo 5 ready nigga.
Oh my. Pimpin yo 9 cock to train nigga.
Oh my. Yeah you know I keep mine on the chain.
Oh my. What the f*ck, hard not,
Nuts, me, ruts, all these motherf*ckin guns.
He ainâ¬"t got no more motherf*ckin words.
All you hear is that, when I lay you down on the ground
Is that, sound, they poppin like they hard but they
Feel, they hoes. I know that they get scared when they
Hear..oh no. First I get the k and then I.
Itâ¬"s danger. Then I load a 100 rounds. One in the
Chamber. You gotta aim at the chest up.
Then shoot at they head. If they vest up.
My ak-45 and 9 milli cocked backed.
You bout to run, squeeze of a button,
Will make yo head drop back.
When I hear bitch say, Iâ¬"m ready to go.
But when you hear my bitch say,
Iâ¬"m letting her go. So what motherf*cker what.
Now here they come you betta duck motherf*cker duck
Cuz you canâ¬"t run. Man f*ck them bitch ass niggas
Talking dat f*ck shit nigga. Hold them motherf*ckin guns up, ride out.

[Chorus]
45â¬"s and choppaz and 9â¬"s.
45â¬"s and choppaz and 9â¬"s.
45â¬"s and choppaz and 9â¬"s.
45â¬"s and choppaz and 9â¬"s.

[Verse 2]
Step on the scene with the green and a.
When shit get ugly I put the beam on a.
They probably became a murder scene called da.
First it was shots sirens from the.
Franchize team and we the king wit the.
I donâ¬"t gotta say a thing you give me cream and you
Will. Iâ¬"m making shit spark like new years eve wit
The. I tool like a broom I sweep em clean wit the.

[Verse 3]
These niggas be runnin dey mouth.
But they donâ¬"t want drama.
I been da kidnapped dey daughter.
And send a note to her momma.
I can rock timbs in the summer and still be cool in
The summer. Write on you niggas like paper,
But my tool in my lumber. Iâ¬"m moving work in the
Hood. And yall aint seein my number.
Iâ¬"m paranoid already, I keep dat tool tuck number.
When I pull up at the club itâ¬"s 26 on the hummer.
Run dis up on the choppa take out like next on the hummer.

[Chorus]

[Verse 4]
When it comes to war you know Iâ¬"m able son.
My tool make a sound like a staple gun.
Betta run. You scared you wanna live.
Give it up know you familiar wit a robber is.
Donâ¬"t get bust. Touch niggas for cash flow.
Lock and load bitch go down a dusty road.
Nigga froze, he didnâ¬"t like my sound check.
Pop check. Yeah hoe I want yo whole check.

[Verse 5]
Every nigga got the heart to make it.
But when its time to pull the trigger they gon choke.
But if I reach the part to where I.
Iâ¬"m lettin it flow and if it jam up Iâ¬"m gon.
Release some more. Empty out the clip.
I donâ¬"t need no worry. My team trained to go at anytime,
That son you betta know. Military mind on the grind
Like commando. Flashlight fo 5 wit a pistol grip handle.

And they talk about my mothef*ckin boys ainâ¬"t ready.
I got a motherf*ckin squad on my motherf*ckin hand.
Franchize, franchize boyz,
Franchize records, till dem niggas,
You already motherf*ckin know.
We takin over the motherf*ckin streets nigga. Hey.

[Chorus]
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Writer: MAURICE GLEATON, BERNARD LEVERETTE, GERALD TILLER, JAMALL WILLINGHAM
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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