Tonalità: B minor
Verse 1
Ab
Cm
Eb
Yeah muthafuckaz! The Platinum plaque
bringers of the mothafuckin' "M"
Ab
Cm
Back in this bitch, nigga. H- see muthafuckin' P.
Hypnotize camp muthafuckin posse.
Eb
And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time,
Cm
nigga, night time.
Ab
We about to load them black trucks
up. Who we got in this muthafucka
Cm
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo,
Fm
Cm
Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Eb
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat,
Lord Imfamous, and me
Bb
Cm
Ab
DJ muthafuckin' Paul,
the king of the muthafuckin' "M" town.
Cm
And it's goin' down-
Eb
HYPNOTYZE MINDS HO!
Verse 2
D
Gm
Bb
F#aug
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
Ab
Gm
Mafia!
G
Cm
Eb
Bb
D
Mafia!
Gm
Bb
F#aug
Cm
Ab
Gm
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
Cm
Eb
La Chat,
Verse 3
with that gat
Cm
Eb
D
The other queen of MemphisHypnotize Camp
Cm
Db
Cm
we got 2 bumpin' bitches...
Verse 4
Cm
In the club posted up
Eight hundred dollar bottles
Sippin' Cris fuck a glass
Nigga drink it out the bottle.
Eb
Don't be
Verse 5
hatin' and shit
Cm
'Cause we gettin' paid and shit
D
Cm
Ain't no need be lyin' till I die
Eb
Db
Cm
I'm gonna be lovin' this
Verse 6
Cm
The bottle- yeah gangsta gangsta
Ridin' nigga posted up
Fuck you bitches up when
I come gunnin'
Lettin' the lugers bust
Eb
Chat, you got my fuckin' back?
Verse 7
Eb
Yeah I got your fuckin' back
D
Eb
Buckin' bitches that be hatin'
Db
Cm
Blow their chest up through
their back
(Gangsta Boo)
High as hell can't you tell
'Cause my eyes are red as fire
'Bout to fuck this nigga
Take his money- Pimpin' 'till I die
Eb
Cm
Hypnotize Minds be the label that pay me
Eb
Fuck you other rappers talkin' shit
Db
Cm
You cannot faze me
Verse 8
Cm
So you heard it from the queens
HCP we be together
Fuckin' with my family bitch
It's gonna have to be whatever
Eb
Verse 9
D
Gm
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
F#aug
Ab
Gm
G
Cm
Eb
Gm
F#aug
Bb
Ab
Cm
Gm
Mafi a! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
Verse 10
Cm
How can you relate to this
Niggaz they be hatin' this
Purple fuckin' tradin' man
Barely makin' dividends
Ab
Cm
Burn it man, half in
Better known as "assed in"
Ab
Cm
All I want is money man
Ab
Gm
Can't you nig gaz comprehend?
Cm
Lock and fuckin' load fool
Break the fuckin' law fool
Ain't no attitude fool
This is what we came to do
With them bodies in the bag
Put that dope in the bag
Put that money in the bag
Eb
Ab
Bb
Let's go fool, rat tat tat
Verse 11
Ab
They call me Juicy gigolo
Cm
Got hoes that fill
A statue of a fool
With them platinum tips
I'm tellin' all you bitches
To beware of the game
Ab
I'm tellin' all you nig gaz
Gm
Ab
Gm
To beware of the lames
I freak your baby mama
Cm
Put her on the house
I got my dick sucked
When I was on the couch
My nigga walked in
He said that hoe was stout
I hit it from the back
Ab
Bb
My nigga took her mouth
Verse 12
Eb
By love real my nig
Let blood spill my nig
Dsus4
Shoot to kill my nig
Gm
Bb
If ya real my nig
Cm
Ab
Project Pat my nig
I spit facts my nig
Gm
Hang with macks my nig
Who tote gats my nig
Eb
It's blast or be left
Baller in your blood
Gm
White girl up your nose
Ya high off that bud
Cm
Ab
A slug in the lot
Your car and no strap
Gm
Blew your goddamn brains
In your partner's lap
Eb
Choose
Verse 13
your weapons
But boy choose them carefully
Cm
Eb
Each of my poisons
Db
Eb
Are deadlier melodies
Cm
I am the doctor
And this is your therapy
You can have one
So you must get a pair of these
Eb
Beat, bound and gagged
Cm
Bump off bounty
Place all his pieces
Db
All over county
Eb
Cm
The shit's very lethal
That I place in the needle
Prepare you for your last trip
To the Cathedral
Eb
I seen how TV
Verse 14
can hurt
Cm
And plus platinum plaques to match
And add them twenties and vogues
Db
And Gucci jackets on backs
Eb
Cm
We got them Bentlys and Benzes
And all them Lexus on lock
The picture gettin' kind of clearer
I see why them bitches hot
Eb
You hoes is strugglin' and starvin'
Cm
And wanna rise in the hood
D
It's cold I'm crankin' up heat
Cm
Db
And you wish you could
Eb
Cm
Y'all wish y'all could get back with us
Then maybe then you could shine
Like the rappers you wish you was
And get off the grind
Eb
I'm keepin' one in the chamber
Because I'm filled up with anger
Gm
And when I see yo little hoe 'n'
D
You knowin' your life's in danger
Ab
I do a show y'all in the burough
Hollerin' no kind of shit
Cm
Gm
Is that the be st way that you know
To get attention lil bitch
Cm
I understand how they feel
Eb
They feelin' that they left out
And we the ones movin' on
Gm
So we the ones talked about
Cm
Ab
But nig gaz keep it your best
And one day then you'll get a crown
Cm
Gm
But until then do a hit of coke
And keep feelin' down
Cm
'Cause suckaz, that's real
Verse 15
Cm
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
Gm
Ab
Gm
Cm
Outro 1
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Cm
Gm
Ab
Bb
Cm
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