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