Tonalità: D minor
Verse 1
Dm
So this is what I'm a do man,
E
Am
you know what I'm say in'
F
I'm a get each of you niggaz, you know
what I'm sayin'
Am
From the bay by the be - ball piece,
when you see this nigga
You know what I'm sayin',
I want y'all to whoop his bitch ass
F
Man you know what I'm sayin,
beat his motha fuckin ass
Dm
To the ground like a motherfucker
man fuck this bitch ass
Verse 2
Dm
Am
See this how ass kickin' get down,
your boys get (beat down)
Your bitches get (beat down)
Your brothers get (beat down)
F
Your mothers get (beat down)
Your cousins get (beat down)
Dm
And any nigga that try to clown we
leavin' em on the ground
Am
'cause we stomp a hole,
until his ass throw up, and after that
Them signs is gettin' thrown up,
F
I'm answer to the right
I'm answer to the left,
Dm
we snatchin' your chain and check
Verse 3
Your pockets 'till nothin' left
Dm
Am
I'm a crunk this nigga though,
treat 'em like a hoe
Ask these lil' bitches what the fuck
F
they hittin' for
Crunchy ain't a hoe,
Dm
and Crunchy can't go, and
Crunchy ain't a nigga that you
want to fuck with low
Am
If you didn't know,
then nigga you can know, then meet me
Down foo in the middle of the floor,
F
I'ma break it down slow
And fill you up with dro,
Dm
and smoke a little that 'till I
Verse 4
Can't smoke no more
Dm
Am
I'm gon' whoop this nigga
I'm gon' whoop this nigga
I'm gon' take it outside click click
(boom) with the trigger
F
I'm gon' rob this boy,
I'm gon' mob this boy
Dm
I'm gon' call the fuckin
Verse 5
killers do a job on this boy
Dm
Am
We gon' beat em to the floor,
we gon' beat 'em to the floor
We gon' beat em to the floor,
we gon' beat 'em to the floor
F
We gon' beat em to the floor,
we gon' beat 'em to the floor
Dm
We gon' beat em to the floor,
we gon' beat 'em to the floor
Am
You don't know what just happened
Verse 6
Am
You suffering from a fracture
You rebel let me catch you,
I'll beat you belly bastard
F
You have a bad concussion,
from tripple six bone rushin'
Dm
You all beat up and busted,
you shouldn't have pressed that button
Am
You all bloody and bumy, you
yellin' for you mommy
And people think its funny,
quit tryin' to out run me
F
Your eyes are blue and black and,
your clothes are ripped and tackin'
Dm
You thought that you could hack it,
you shouldn't have wore that jacket
Am
'cause I wreck it,
smith and west and my weapon, we steppin'
To let the still meet your chest and,
F
don't play with these killers
They come from those parts,
Dm
the north where niggaz be pullin'
The whole cart,
Am
so mista big playa mista big time playa
You got the shit on lock
why you on my dick
F
Like a bitch walkin' around
like you stone high
Dm
Hollow tip bullets don't die,
Verse 7
nigga they multiply
Dm
Am
I'm gon' whoop this nigga
Am
I'm gon' whoop this nigga
I'm gon' take it outside click click
(Boom!) with the trigger
F
I'm gon' rob this boy,
I'm gon' mob this boy
Dm
I'm gon' call the fuckin killers
Outro 1
do a job on this boy
Dm
Am
F
Dm
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