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Verse 1
Ebm
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*]
Bbm
From hear to ATL, to Nashville,
Db
back to the M- town nigga
Cm
And you know what that mean bitch
Ebm
Gb
Makin' easy money,
B
pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
Ebm
Makin' easy money,
B
pimpin' hoes is serious nigga
Ebm
Call a nigga, drug dealer,
Verse 2
Ebm
Bbm
Db
out here on the track nigga
Fm
Weed smoker, coke snorter,
Cm
come and get a pack nigga
Gb
B
Cane slanger, bitch banger,
dog I'll bring it to you
Ebm
B
If you got a problem with me,
holla at my Luger
Ebm
Dro puffer, cheese come up,
Bbm
Db
when we on the track jack
Cm
Hit you in the head, with the gat,
'til your skull crack
Ebm
Gb
Blood gushin', head rushin',
B
act first, no discussion
Ebm
Come with that bullshit,
B
then the bullets start bustin'
Verse 3
B
Ebm
First crime, we came with Mystic
Bbm
Stylez on grime
Fm
You slip, I Live By My Rep
Cm
don't fuck with mine
Gb
Da End, the souls of men embed
B
ded inside the Posse
Ebm
B
The Prophet, the Posse,
we all collide
Ebm
Bbm
We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase,
Fm
our mind
Cm
In crime, reminds,
Gb
CrazedNLazDayz
Heypno- tize,
B
and blazed another gold plate
Ebm
B
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate
Verse 4
B
Ebm
Bbm
I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
Db
A 180 pounds with a fist
Cm
that will bust lips
Ebm
Some killers on my side,
B
if I tell 'em they're gonna get
Ebm
B
A fiend violatin' the business,
I ain't with
Ebm
And now in 2000 you
Bbm
talkin' the same shit
Db
And now in 2000 I'll bust
Cm
and I won't miss
Ebm
B
The smoke is in the air the
liquor is still a fifth
Ebm
The grill is still gold,
B
and the curls they know kick doors
Verse 5
Ebm
First one of us is done,
Bbm
hollow tips come by the ton
Db
Two AK's, and put some drama
Cm
to leave this niggas bodies numb
Ebm
Gb
I don't talk this shit for fun,
B
cock it back and let it go
Ebm
B
And 6 shots, from the 3- 6 shooters
lettin' 'em know, WHOA!
Ebm
Picture me, naked face,
Bbm
to kickin' in your door
Db
4, niggas deep,
Fm
Cm
bandannas with black calicos
Ebm
Gb
So, when we creep,
Ebm
B
drop 'cause I'm gonna hit you nine times
Ebm
Take your nine lives,
B
Young Buck and Hypnotize your mind, blow
Verse 6
You can believe this,
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Db
you can believe that
Ebm
And believe I got a baseball bat,
Db
Ebm
and I'm bustin' your head black
B
You believe I'm comin' strong,
you believe I'm all grown
Ebm
You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on
Ab
B
You half steppin'
Db
I got the weapon
Ebm
Boom! Boom! I'm blastin' at your
B
Ebm
mind to get you believe that
B
Db
I love to kill, I love the thrill
Ebm
And I love to put a nigga body
Db
B
parts in the field, nigga
Verse 7
Ebm
No no, come, come and get this bitch,
Bbm
ain't got no time for no shit
Db
Got all my boys, don't make no noise,
Fm
Cm
Just throw that trick in the ditch
Ebm
Gb
It ain't no way La Chat gonna let it slide,
B
with the shit that you done
Ebm
I got my piece for what I do,
B
to show you who the fuck number one
Ebm
I shot that bitch without causes,
Bbm
ain't got no love in my heart
Db
It ain't no way that I can't handle,
Cm
keep that tone in my jaw
Ebm
Gb
This ain't no crap, I speak the truth,
B
gotta come too thick to get me
Ebm
On one of you hoes, before you come,
B
La Chat ain't gone easy
Verse 8
Ebm
Man a bitch'll take that little bit
Bbm
out her pussy for them papers
Db
Get the fuck away from me ho because
Cm
the crew can't stand them vapors
Gb
Take her, break her,
B
to whip that funky bitch
Ebm
Talkin' that shit about this
B
Man you'll get 10 slugs
up in your arm pits
Ebm
Yeah we can do it,
Bbm
take your time and do it right
Db
You can gim me the fuckin' chewin',
Cm
I can fuck you all night
Ebm
Gb
Wanna fight about your friends see
B
how them bitches' gonna start
Ebm
See now that's that type of shit that
B
get my motherfucking dick hard
Verse 9
B
Capital Mack- 11's, and load
'em full of ammunition
Terrorist sect's, we pull and
lock 'em in the Expedition
B
Db
No set a niggas got guns equi
valent to what we pack
Ebm
B
Db
Nucle ar pistols and fire
scorchin' automatic gats
B
How in the fuck can you handle the,
Ebm
butsa damager
B
Toss that bitch over the banaster, like
Ebm
trash canisters
Hollow points into your battle troops,
B
when I have to shoot
Ebm
Db
Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you,
B
and trick be absolute
Verse 10
Ebm
I woke up early Saturday morning,
Suddenly your phone was
Bbm
ringin' off the charger
Db
Fm
Cm
Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop,
or is it them robbers
B
Gb
Got MC Mack of in a scheme,
B
I'm stainin' for my dividends
Ebm
And pay a liv in', neh nigga,
B
Gonna bother my cheese,
gonna reach the ceiling fan
Ebm
You can catch me in that president thing,
Bbm
on gizold when you see me
Db
Fm
You can joke me, ever rope me,
Cm
best believe your bleed this evenin'
Ab
Gb
Fuck the reason, and the treason,
B
Time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it
Ebm
You was gaspin' for your life,
B
but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze
Verse 11
B
Bitches think we playin',
Ebm
think this killer shit a joke
Bbm
Db
Don't fuck around with HCP and
Fm
Cm
get you ass smoked, ho
Ebm
Gb
Comin' with some fully auto's,
B
fuck some semi's
Ebm
Hit 'em with some hollow auto's,
B
cause I despisise
Ebm
Blastin' like some rondo
Bbm
batays, for you miatays
Db
Koop with double clicks and duck tape,
Cm
and wicked wizays
Ebm
Gb
And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in
B
my freak time
Ebm
Taught 'em in that buried unknown,
B
they wanna reap why
Ebm
Give you second thoughts about that business,
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you then finished right
Db
Take you to the vault,
Cm
cash it in, all night flight
Ebm
Gb
And I'm in a bad mood,
B
cocaine make it that
Ebm
B
Plus, I gotta ease on this nine- milly,
Ebm
willy, nigga I slang with that
Bbm
Db
Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga
Cm
HCP, Hypnotize Camp
Ebm
Posse nigga
B
What, what,
Ebm
it's CP nigga
HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
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