N W A chords by Spitta

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Verse 1
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N   .W .A. .W A .K .A. Niggas
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With Ammunition
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You know our guns got guns
Please don't get it twisted
Y 'all niggas just start being real
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2011 favorite letters
A .K .A. my favorite number 47
I shot my own nigga
You know I'm crazy
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He ain't rat on me neither
now that's an 80s baby
Deep in that water I can swim
I don't need saving, I'll cut your throat,
you ain't know I give a bad shaving
Now make me do something bad to you,
Jack can't take the last dollar
that you had to you
Your ID say organ donor,
shoot all your organs up,
don't nobody want em
I got guns I can't sell,
don't nobody want em
They know them bitches hot as hell,
they got bodies on em
You ballin' cause you had a wreck,
got paid for collision
I'm ballin' cause I dropped my nuts,
I made a decision
Moms bump me out of jail
with my college tuition
I'm a N .W .A., nigga, with ammunition
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N .W .A., N .W .A., N .W .A.,
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N .W .A.
That's niggas with ammunition,
niggas with ammunition
Niggas with ammunition,
we niggas with ammunition
My clique name N .W .A.,
niggas with ammunition
Get the fuck out of the way, bitch
I know you see the cape,
make me hit you with the alphabet
Long arms can touch whoever I reach head
Y 'all got them small arms like a T -Rex
My new bitch look better than my EX
I drink sir, buy the pint and I eat X
Ain't no wild gun burn,
I'm shootin' D -necks
Yes, true, split a fuck with the mafia
Say the wrong thing and I'm fly for ya
True religion, everything
You ain't gotta tell me I'm the freshest
I'm married to the streets
and that robber's on the guest list
N .W .A., I'm the ring leader
I can shoot this AK with my ring finger
Spit guy, I smoke more than
a steam cleaner
Rollin' loud packs like hyenas
N .W .A., N .W .A., N .W .A., N .W .A.
That's niggas with ammunition,
niggas with ammunition
Niggas with ammunition,
we niggas with ammunition
Spit guy, you better check my history
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I been out here, wildlife and fishery
These niggas ain't seein' me lyrically
N .W .A. nigga with artillery
I'm strapped down,
she ask what I bought the capo
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Cause I never know who I
might need the capo
These niggas trippin' out here,
no Winnebago
She want that dick
and I'ma charge her like San Diego
I used to watch Carmen Sandiego
Now I fuck bad, rad bitches, but I never fado
I eat pussy like a gay ho
I perform in the bed, put on a great show
I love gettin' money, hate broke
We're not the same
if you never sold fake dope
On the track, I spit crack, I can taste coke
All black 30 R6 with the great scope
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NWA, NWA, NWA, NWA
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That's niggas with ammunition,
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niggas with ammunition
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Niggas with ammunition,
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we niggas with ammunition