Tonalité : Ab major•
Verse 1
Ab
Hey, fuck niggas and fuck niggas.
This is the season to be jolly.
Cb
Ab
A message to all the ghetto babies.
Bb
Cb
Pay attention cause your ass is gone.
Ab
And this ain't nothing but
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Ab
the good news
coming from a real motherfucking killer baby.
If your ass cross me,
your ass is gonna leave here.
Shit!
Abm
Cb
Ooh, what do you do be st, baby?
That's makin' that
Bb
muthafuckin' clock smoke
Ab
By any means, have you ever seen
Bb
Cb
Bb
that bitch just got his neck broke?
Ab
He's paralyzed from the waist down,
Cb
that bitch can't feel his spine
Ab
Cb
That's hot lead runnin' in your neck,
you bleedin' all out your hairline
Bb
Ab
Bb
Crossed me for a half a key,
Cb
playin' me like I'm a hoe
Ab
Bb
Too late to cry, it's time to die,
Cb
bitch, I want your soul
Bb
Ab
Bb
You slipped again, tripped again,
Cb
Bb
tape that fuck nigga mouth up
Ab
I thought I'd kill you last week
when I blowed your man that house up
Abm
Cb
The demons they keep eatin' me,
Ab
but I don't never call them back
When I get to hell,
I wanna smoke weed and sell crack
I don't give a fuck if it's
cold or if it's hot
Gb
Those hell ain't shit,
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Ab
but a brand new dope spot
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Cb
Four extra holes in your ass as I blast
Ab
And the sight of your guts
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Cb
on the curve, bitch
Bb
Ab
You got to die, fuck, nigga,
die, fuck, nigga, die
Dbm
Ab
Die, fuck, nigga, die, fuck, nigga, die
Die, fuck, nigga, die, fuck, nigga, die
Die, fuck, nigga, die, fuck, nigga, die
Ooh, what do you enjoy, baby?
Cb
That's poppin' off your kneecap
Gb
Put a motorcycle chain in
Cb
the pad with a plow
Smooth like chicken in your back
Ab
As your arms swang and guts hang
Your brains is startin' to drain
From the Mississippi River
To the house of fuckin' pain
Razor blades and honey glazed
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Cb
With bloody red ants
Bb
Ab
Your fingernails and toenails
Are eatin' up by the rats
Bb
Y 'all bitch hoes and nigga rolls,
Cb
y 'all playin' me way too cheap
Bb
Ab
I'ma get geeked and wait
Bb
till you go to sleep
Cb
Ab
And now it's time to creep,
creep, creep, yeah
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Ab
Cb
Dbm
Cb
I'ma creep up to your window
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Cb
Db
An d nobody else will ever know,
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Ab
Bb
Cb
Ab
yeah
Bb
Tell them what you love, baby,
Cb
catch you niggas anywhere
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Ab
Even at the daycare, bitch,
I don't play fair
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Cb
Everything you own, bitch, I bought it
Bb
Ab
It really don't matter,
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Cb
you gon' die with it so chalky
Bb
Ab
You ridin' around here ballin',
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B
actin' like you don't know me
Spottin' these bitches
Ab
Bb
Cb
with the money that you owe me
And now you wanna cry
Ab
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Cb
about your kids and your wife
Ab
And every time you beg
Bb
for your pussy ass life
Cb
Bb
Ab
Fuck niggas got to die, fuck nigga,
die, fuck nigga, die
Abm
Ab
Die, fuck nigga, die, fuck nigga, die
Die, fuck, nigga, die, fuck, nigga, die
Die, fuck, nigga, die, fuck, nigga, die
Cb
Ab
Die, fuck, nigga, die, fuck, nigga, die
Cb
Die, fuck, nigga, die, fuck,
Ab
Oh, hell, fuck it all,
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Cb
that dope ain't none of mine
Ab
Bb
Pull this ass nigga, goddamn,
Cb
stop lyin'
Ab
Ain't y 'all fuck niggas
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Cb
sick and tired of dyin'
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Ab
It ain't my fault that your
mob keep cryin'
Your niggas got blind by
the beam on the 9
Caught your ass slippin' out
Abm
your puss -ass's mind
Ab
Them folks got your ass
might ain't gon' do your time
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Abm
Cause if you tell on me,
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it ain't gon' be no sunshine
Ab
It's gon' be some flowers
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Cb
and a whole lot of sayin'
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Ab
A whole lot of smokin'
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Cb
and a whole lot of drinkin'
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Ab
Your folks all in church
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B
tellin' all kinda lies
Bb
Ab
Ooh, I had a good baby
who didn't deserve to die
That nigga wasn't shit
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B
but a police ass nigga
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Ab
And now you're at home
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Cb
pouring out all your liquor
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Ab
And every time I look into your
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Cb
bush ass eyes
Ab
Bb
Cb
You gots to die, you gots to die,
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Cb
you gots to die
Ab
Die fuck nigga, die fuck nigga, die
Abm
Ab
Abm
Die fuck nigga, die fuck nigga, die
Ab
Die fuck nigga, die fuck nigga, die
Abm
Ab
Die fuck nigga, die fuck nigga, die
Ab
Abm
Ab
Die fuck
Ab
B
nigga, die fuck nigga,
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Ab
B
Abm
die
B
Ab
Abm
Maysville, the M .O .D., the P .C .G.,
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Pope, Sid and Zayas, niggas
Ab
B
Dynabay,
Ab
the terrorists is in this motherfucker,
them ballin' ass killers on a fiddle Jones Road,
Ab
baby, huh?
From the A .T .L. to the N .O.
If your ass got to die,
B
then your ass got to leave here, baby
DABBA NIGGA, DABBA NIGGA,
DABBA NIGGA
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