Kunci: C# minor•
Verse 1
C#m
Finally, I got all real niggas on
on a motherfucking Posse song
Niggas that's down to cut some
motherfucking heads
(Mafia, you, y- ya, y- ya,
you, you) [*repeats through whole song*]
G#m
From hear to ATL, to Nashville,
B
back to the M- town nigga
Bbm
And you know what that mean bitch
C#m
E
Makin' easy money,
A
pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
A
pimpin' hoes is serious nigga
C#m
Call a nigga, drug dealer,
Verse 2
C#m
G#m
B
out here on the track nigga
D#m
Weed smoker, coke snorter,
Bbm
come and get a pack nigga
E
A
Cane slanger, bitch banger,
dog I'll bring it to you
C#m
A
If you got a problem with me,
holla at my Luger
C#m
Dro puffer, cheese come up,
G#m
B
when we on the track jack
Bbm
Hit you in the head, with the gat,
'til your skull crack
C#m
E
Blood gushin', head rushin',
C#m
Come with that bullshit,
A
then the bullets start bustin'
Verse 3
A
C#m
First crime, we came with Mystic
D#m
You slip, I Live By My Rep
Bbm
don't fuck with mine
E
Da End, the souls of men embed
C#m
A
The Prophet, the Posse,
we all collide
C#m
G#m
We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase,
D#m
our mind
Heypno- tize,
A
and blazed another gold plate
C#m
A
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate
Verse 4
A
C#m
G#m
I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
Bbm
that will bust lips
C#m
Some killers on my side,
A
if I tell 'em they're gonna get
C#m
A
A fiend violatin' the business,
I ain't with
C#m
And now in 2000 you
G#m
talkin' the same shit
B
And now in 2000 I'll bust
C#m
A
The smoke is in the air the
liquor is still a fifth
C#m
The grill is still gold,
A
and the curls they know kick doors
Verse 5
C#m
First one of us is done,
G#m
hollow tips come by the ton
B
Two AK's, and put some drama
Bbm
to leave this niggas bodies numb
C#m
E
I don't talk this shit for fun,
A
cock it back and let it go
C#m
A
And 6 shots, from the 3- 6 shooters
lettin' 'em know, WHOA!
C#m
Picture me, naked face,
G#m
to kickin' in your door
D#m
Bbm
bandannas with black calicos
C#m
E
So, when we creep,
C#m
A
drop 'cause I'm gonna hit you nine times
C#m
Take your nine lives,
A
Young Buck and Hypnotize your mind, blow
Verse 6
You can believe this,
C#m
B
you can believe that
C#m
And believe I got a baseball bat,
B
C#m
and I'm bustin' your head black
A
You believe I'm comin' strong,
you believe I'm all grown
C#m
You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on
F#
A
You half steppin'
C#m
Boom! Boom! I'm blastin' at your
A
C#m
mind to get you believe that
A
B
I love to kill, I love the thrill
C#m
And I love to put a nigga body
B
A
parts in the field, nigga
Verse 7
C#m
No no, come, come and get this bitch,
G#m
ain't got no time for no shit
B
Got all my boys, don't make no noise,
D#m
Bbm
Just throw that trick in the ditch
C#m
E
It ain't no way La Chat gonna let it slide,
A
with the shit that you done
C#m
I got my piece for what I do,
A
to show you who the fuck number one
C#m
I shot that bitch without causes,
G#m
ain't got no love in my heart
B
It ain't no way that I can't handle,
Bbm
keep that tone in my jaw
C#m
E
This ain't no crap, I speak the truth,
A
gotta come too thick to get me
C#m
On one of you hoes, before you come,
Verse 8
C#m
Man a bitch'll take that little bit
G#m
out her pussy for them papers
B
Get the fuck away from me ho because
Bbm
the crew can't stand them vapors
C#m
Talkin' that shit about this
up in your arm pits
G#m
take your time and do it right
B
You can gimme the fuckin' chewin',
Bbm
I can fuck you all night
C#m
E
Wanna fight about your friends see
A
how them bitches' gonna start
C#m
See now that's that type of shit that
A
get my motherfucking dick hard
Verse 9
A
Capital Mack- 11's, and load
'em full of ammunition
Terrorist sect's, we pull and
lock 'em in the Expedition
A
B
No set a niggas got guns equi
valent to what we pack
C#m
A
B
Nucle ar pistols and fire
scorchin' automatic gats
A
How in the fuck can you handle the,
A
Toss that bitch over the banaster, like
Hollow points into your battle troops,
C#m
B
Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you,
Verse 10
C#m
I woke up early Saturday morning,
Suddenly your phone was
G#m
ringin' off the charger
B
D#m
Bbm
Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop,
or is it them robbers
A
E
Got MC Mack of in a scheme,
A
I'm stainin' for my dividends
C#m
And pay a liv in', neh nigga,
gonna reach the ceiling fan
C#m
You can catch me in that president thing,
G#m
on gizold when you see me
B
D#m
You can joke me, ever rope me,
Bbm
best believe your bleed this evenin'
F#
E
Fuck the reason, and the treason,
A
Time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it
C#m
You was gaspin' for your life,
A
but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze
Verse 11
A
Bitches think we playin',
C#m
think this killer shit a joke
G#m
B
Don't fuck around with HCP and
D#m
Bbm
get you ass smoked, ho
C#m
E
Comin' with some fully auto's,
C#m
Hit 'em with some hollow auto's,
C#m
Blastin' like some rondo
G#m
batays, for you miatays
B
Koop with double clicks and duck tape,
C#m
E
And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in
C#m
Taught 'em in that buried unknown,
C#m
Give you second thoughts about that business,
G#m
you then finished right
Bbm
cash it in, all night flight
C#m
E
And I'm in a bad mood,
C#m
A
Plus, I gotta ease on this nine- milly,
C#m
willy, nigga I slang with that
G#m
B
Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga
Bbm
HCP, Hypnotize Camp
HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
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