Key: C# minor•
Verse 1
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*]
C#m
E
Makin' easy money,
Verse 2
C#m
G#m
B
out here on the track nigga
E
A
Cane slanger, bitch banger,
dog I'll bring it to you
C#m
A
If you got a problem with me,
holla at my Luger
G#m
B
when we on the track jack
'til your skull crack
C#m
E
Blood gushin', head rushin',
Verse 3
A
C#m
First crime, we came with Mystic
C#m
A
The Prophet, the Posse,
we all collide
C#m
G#m
We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase,
D#m
our mind
Heypno- tize,
C#m
A
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate
Verse 4
A
C#m
G#m
I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
C#m
A
A fiend violatin' the business,
I ain't with
C#m
A
The smoke is in the air the
liquor is still a fifth
Verse 5
C#m
E
I don't talk this shit for fun,
C#m
A
And 6 shots, from the 3- 6 shooters
lettin' 'em know, WHOA!
D#m
Bbm
bandannas with black calicos
C#m
E
So, when we creep,
C#m
A
drop 'cause I'm gonna hit you nine times
Verse 6
You can believe this,
C#m
B
you can believe that
B
C#m
and I'm bustin' your head black
you believe I'm all grown
C#m
You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on
F#
A
You half steppin'
A
C#m
mind to get you believe that
A
B
I love to kill, I love the thrill
B
A
parts in the field, nigga
Verse 7
D#m
Bbm
Just throw that trick in the ditch
C#m
E
It ain't no way La Chat gonna let it slide,
C#m
E
This ain't no crap, I speak the truth,
Verse 8
up in your arm pits
C#m
E
Wanna fight about your friends see
Verse 9
'em full of ammunition
Terrorist sect's, we pull and
lock 'em in the Expedition
A
B
No set a niggas got guns equi
valent to what we pack
C#m
A
B
Nucle ar pistols and fire
scorchin' automatic gats
Hollow points into your battle troops,
C#m
B
Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you,
Verse 10
Suddenly your phone was
B
D#m
Bbm
Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop,
or is it them robbers
A
E
Got MC Mack of in a scheme,
gonna reach the ceiling fan
C#m
You can catch me in that president thing,
B
D#m
You can joke me, ever rope me,
F#
E
Fuck the reason, and the treason,
Verse 11
G#m
B
Don't fuck around with HCP and
D#m
Bbm
get you ass smoked, ho
C#m
E
Comin' with some fully auto's,
C#m
E
And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in
C#m
Give you second thoughts about that business,
C#m
E
And I'm in a bad mood,
C#m
A
Plus, I gotta ease on this nine- milly,
G#m
B
Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga
HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
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ChordsC#m G#m B Bbm E...
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