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