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