キー: F major•
Verse 1
What's wrong with this
motherfucker?
Piece of shit.
Hell yeah,
there go my motherfuckin' dog.
I know about this motherfuckin'
joke.
I'm tellin' ya, dawg.
This motherfuckin'
Ooh!
Ooh, here it comes, motherfucker.
Die hard.
Ooh, nigga, that face.
Ooh, joke.
That shit is jammin', dawg.
You gotta hook me up one of them tracks,
word.
Hell yeah.
Hell yeah.
God damn.
Rollin' ten deep and shove
this shoe up in your shit!
hoo hoo!
Shit just gonna be as fat as that!
Hell yeah!
Shit!
Damn man!
joint nigga!
Huh?
Pass me the joint!
Nigga here!
Shit!
Nigga you got that swisher?
Hell yeah!
Alright!
Here you go!
Damn!
Damn
Joe!
Look at these motherfuckers
behind us dog!
Ooh!
Look at that bitch!
Nigga fuck that bitch!
Nigga in for the shoot!
In for the shoot!
Nigga I got him I got him!
I'm signing six gunshots,
blacks wake me up
Through the night, wake, damn fool
F
yo
Conjecture the other night, I let gas pop
And now I guess they coming for re
And still I'm in the midst of a mental daze
With thoughts of the evil I committed
All the moments I experienced doing shit,
now what the motherfuck
Sometimes I feel alone cause
I know a nigga's wrong
And now I'm feelin' deep,
Gm
F
I'm a runnin', bonin', diggin'
So then I grab my
Glock and my
Glock clips
With sixteen shots,
makin' certain everything look cool
Pull out my lights,
Db
F
Gm
then made a dash for the black coupe
Turned the key in my ignition
G
Gm
F
Then I was off like off and runnin'
But then it came, I hit the lights
Cause all I keep seein' is
motherfuckers lookin' funny
And wearin' shit alike
I feel they on my ass, mate
So
I'ma show these motherfuckers
so I walk with a lip
Not a pimp, not a simp,
come for me to let it go
Mass murder by reason of some
niggas and bloody hoes
Chief caught a morph at the stoplight
Blood squirtin' like
Big
Gm
G
Chief that took the nigga's life
and that sounds quite nice
Because I swear this motherfucker
need his ass kicked
You beat him down and
that's pretty cool
Well, I'm tired of these motherfuckin' niggas
throwin' my hood like they on it, fool
I'm squashin' niggas like a hamburger
DM to the motherfuckin'
G
And this is payload to a murder
Yeah, now that's some real
motherfuckin' shit
A.
Cozy
K from the
O .A .K.
Why don't you bust some shit for me,
nigga?
Late nights on the spotters
with a nigga hangin'
Got my shit out cause I'm ready
and play a nigga out
Try to fuck me,
tight layin' in the fuckin' cut
Nine millimeter pointin' at
niggas slippin' in
Slidin', sippin' on the gin,
waitin' for the right time
And they shouldn't have never
ever tossed a nigga like the
Coes
I thought they knew that
Gm
Eb
Coes, he came up for the fuckin' hoe
thinkin' that this shit is quashed
It ain't over until the
motherfuckers washed
I'm feelin' itchy for the trigger,
tonight is the night
I got my bars on,
but my plan is still tight
Creepin' low in the dark with my pistolium
Got it cocked,
I popped up and told them, break yourself
I want your cash before I take
then book, book
Twice did they scold,
all through the old town
Ditchin' all the feds,
before I got further
Db
F
Cozy came and fucked them niggas in
G
Gm
F
the prelude to a murder
you know what sayin'?
That's some real motherfuckin' shit
No witnesses,
no motherfuckin' crime
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