Tonalità: B minor
Verse 1
Bb
Dm
F
Yeah muthafuckaz! The Platinum plaque
bringers of the mothafuckin' "M"
Bb
Dm
Back in this bitch, nigga. H- see muthafuckin' P.
Hypnotize camp muthafuckin posse.
F
And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time,
Dm
nigga, night time.
Bb
We about to load them black trucks
up. Who we got in this muthafucka
Dm
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo,
Gm
Dm
Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
F
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat,
Lord Imfamous, and me
C
Dm
Bb
DJ muthafuckin' Paul,
the king of the muthafuckin' "M" town.
Dm
And it's goin' down-
F
HYPNOTYZE MINDS HO!
Verse 2
E
Am
C
G#aug
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
Bb
Am
Mafia!
A
Dm
F
C
E
Mafia!
Am
C
G#aug
Dm
Bb
Am
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
Dm
F
La Chat,
Verse 3
with that gat
Dm
F
E
The other queen of MemphisHypnotize Camp
Dm
Eb
Dm
we got 2 bumpin' bitches...
Verse 4
Dm
In the club posted up
Eight hundred dollar bottles
Sippin' Cris fuck a glass
Nigga drink it out the bottle.
F
Don't be
Verse 5
hatin' and shit
Dm
'Cause we gettin' paid and shit
E
Dm
Ain't no need be lyin' till I die
F
Eb
Dm
I'm gonna be lovin' this
Verse 6
Dm
The bottle- yeah gangsta gangsta
Ridin' nigga posted up
Fuck you bitches up when
I come gunnin'
Lettin' the lugers bust
F
Chat, you got my fuckin' back?
Verse 7
F
Yeah I got your fuckin' back
E
F
Buckin' bitches that be hatin'
Eb
Dm
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
F
Dm
Hypnotize Minds be the label that pay me
F
Fuck you other rappers talkin' shit
Eb
Dm
You cannot faze me
Verse 8
Dm
So you heard it from the queens
HCP we be together
Fuckin' with my family bitch
It's gonna have to be whatever
F
Verse 9
E
Am
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
G#aug
Bb
Am
A
Dm
F
Am
Abaug
C
Bb
Dm
Am
Mafi a! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
Verse 10
Dm
How can you relate to this
Niggaz they be hatin' this
Purple fuckin' tradin' man
Barely makin' dividends
Bb
Dm
Burn it man, half in
Better known as "assed in"
Bb
Dm
All I want is money man
Bb
Am
Can't you nig gaz comprehend?
Dm
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
F
Bb
C
Let's go fool, rat tat tat
Verse 11
Bb
They call me Juicy gigolo
Dm
Got hoes that fill
A statue of a fool
With them platinum tips
I'm tellin' all you bitches
To beware of the game
Bb
I'm tellin' all you nig gaz
Am
Bb
Am
To beware of the lames
I freak your baby mama
Dm
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
Bb
C
My nigga took her mouth
Verse 12
F
By love real my nig
Let blood spill my nig
Esus4
Shoot to kill my nig
Am
C
If ya real my nig
Dm
Bb
Project Pat my nig
I spit facts my nig
Am
Hang with macks my nig
Who tote gats my nig
F
It's blast or be left
Baller in your blood
Am
White girl up your nose
Ya high off that bud
Dm
Bb
A slug in the lot
Your car and no strap
Am
Blew your goddamn brains
In your partner's lap
F
Choose
Verse 13
your weapons
But boy choose them carefully
Dm
F
Each of my poisons
Eb
F
Are deadlier melodies
Dm
I am the doctor
And this is your therapy
You can have one
So you must get a pair of these
F
Beat, bound and gagged
Dm
Bump off bounty
Place all his pieces
Eb
All over county
F
Dm
The shit's very lethal
That I place in the needle
Prepare you for your last trip
To the Cathedral
F
I seen how TV
Verse 14
can hurt
Dm
And plus platinum plaques to match
And add them twenties and vogues
Eb
And Gucci jackets on backs
F
Dm
We got them Bentlys and Benzes
And all them Lexus on lock
The picture gettin' kind of clearer
I see why them bitches hot
F
You hoes is strugglin' and starvin'
Dm
And wanna rise in the hood
E
It's cold I'm crankin' up heat
Dm
Eb
And you wish you could
F
Dm
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
F
I'm keepin' one in the chamber
Because I'm filled up with anger
Am
And when I see yo little hoe 'n'
E
You knowin' your life's in danger
Bb
I do a show y'all in the burough
Hollerin' no kind of shit
Dm
Am
Is that the be st way that you know
To get attention lil bitch
Dm
I understand how they feel
F
They feelin' that they left out
And we the ones movin' on
Am
So we the ones talked about
Dm
Bb
But nig gaz keep it your best
And one day then you'll get a crown
Dm
Am
But until then do a hit of coke
And keep feelin' down
Dm
'Cause suckaz, that's real
Verse 15
Dm
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
Am
Bb
Am
Dm
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Dm
Am
Bb
C
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