Tonalité : Db major
Verse 1
C
And ya don't stop (and ya
don't stop)...
Fm
And ya don't stop
C
(and ya don't stop)...
Fm
C
X- Raided and ya don't stop...
Fm
Straight going on
Verse 2
a war path,
C
Fm
taking niggas out like it ain't shit
C
Fm
You can't coup with the X- Loc gone hit
A nigga gotta be,
C
Fm
don't even try to be a friend of me
C
Fm
You just want a piece of me
C
I know what I see through my eyes:
Fm
I see another black brotha
living life streetwise
Who's making dollars like
C
Fm
a dope man
C
Fm
Making money anyway a nigga can
C
Taking your shit and selling drugs
Fm
Getting drunk, sagging Levi's,
looking like a thug
C
Fm
Hanging with my miggas at the spot
C
The spot's hot so I'm
Fm
looking for cops
C
And I spotted one
Fm
Told my nigga Trip to slap
a clip in a gun
C
9 double M, the you- Z- I,
Fm
you ask me why
C
Fm
Cause a nigga ain't gon na die...
C
Like a sucka, I'm going out spraying
Fm
Letting fools know X-
Raided ain't playing
Tha Murder, yeah,
C
Fm
I got something to do with it
Cause I shoot cha punk
C
as s in a minute...
Verse 3
F
Dm
And ya don't stop (and ya
don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya
F
don't stop)...
Dm
F
And ya don't stop (and y
Dm
a don't stop)...
F
Dm
Lynch Hung and ya don't stop...
Verse 4
Fm
always ask
C
why I act this way
Fm
I say: cause I'm a villain
C
like my homeboy Ray
Fm
C
Fm
A straight lunatic, a little skitzo
C
Fm
A male hoe, a mothafuckingpsycho
C
Killing punk niggas like flies
Fm
You piss me off and everybody dies
C
X ain't the one to be ludicrous
Fm
Any mothafucka I want
C
to diss I'm gonna diss
Fm
It might be you if ya
C
Fm
on the shitlist
C
Instead of an 'uncle' I make ya
Fm
say 'triple- six'
C
Fm
And make you suck four dicks
C
Fm
In otherwords you can get the duck sick
C
Fm
And ya better do it good, choke this dick
C
Fm
Make me nut real quick
C
20 seconds like a mothafucka
Fm
C
It feels good like a mothafucka so,
Fm
bitch: suck
C
It tastes like chocolate,
Fm
that's the nickname
C
Fm
Doggy style, I'm known to inflict pain
C
Making hoes feel real swell
Fm
A nigga with a mind like me
needs to go to hell
C
Where else can a nigga go? (Nowhere!)
F
C
In heaven the mothafuckas don't
F
allow psycho
Fm
C
Now the book is closed
Fm
C
A fool like me killed all them hoes
F
Cause I (shoot a mothafucka in a
minute)...
Verse 5
Dm
And ya don't stop (and ya
F
don't stop)...
Dm
F
And ya don't stop (and ya
Dm
don't stop)...
F
And ya don't stop (and ya
don't stop)...
Yo, pump it up,
Fm
nigga and ya don't stop...
Verse 6
C
Fm
The definition for a skitzo is
C
Strictly killing any tough son of a bitch
Fm
When I say tough I mean
C
he thinks he's tough
Fm
I'm kinda fed up,
a nigga done had enough...
C
Fm
Of this shit to last me a year or two
C
What in the fuck a nigga gotta do...
Fm
C
Fm
Nowadays to get his point across
I don't know,
C
Fm
I guess ya gotta get toasted like a salad
C
Fm
A ballad of a menace,
ya can call this a ten percent diss
C
Ya get pissed but I don't
Fm
give a fuck
Ya want to squab, yo,
C
Fm
what the fuck is up?
C
My nigga Trip got a nine for ya ass
Fm
Talk shit,
C
Fm
mothafucka, and we blast
C
Three sixes' the code that we use
Fm
C
I'm killing muslims,
Fm
baptists and jews
C
And the hovers, fuck the witness
F
Hitting niggas to the triple-
C
Fm
six sickness
C
Fm
At my house windows are tened
C
Knock on my door: I shoot
F
cha in a minute...
Verse 7
F
And ya don't stop (and ya
don't stop)...
And ya don't stop
(and ya don't stop)...
Dm
F
Dm
And ya don't stop
(and ya don't stop)...
F
And ya don't stop...
Fm
The definition
Verse 8
C
for X- Raided
Fm
Is ruthless attitude toward
C
Fm
C
Fm
s every delinquent
C
Fm
Don't forget the 'X' for 'X- tra'
The X- tra as I kicks so
C
Fm
nobody steps up
C
Fm
To the villain peeping that bullshit
F
Fm
I grab the nine and unload
C
Fm
the clip
C
Spray every punk nigga on
Fm
the scene
C
Cause I'm a lunatic, know what I mean?
Fm
C
Don't forget that Triple- Six
Fm
F
got the backfade
Fm
Step up, try to steal, ya get sprayed
Cause I'm not giving up an inch
C
Fm
And neither is the
mothafucking Lynch...Hung
F
C
But you ain't dumb,
you know what's up
Fm
F
C
The whole Mafia is crazier
F
than a mothafuck
C
We don't give a fuck about
Fm
the nextman
C
Fm
Unless he's down with our clan
C
And if ya ain't then ya got
F
nothing incomment
Fm
C
Do like a nigga from Compton
Fm
And start running a hundred
C
miles to the city I'm from
Fm
S- A- see, punk bitch,
C
F
you can't get none
C
Fm
I'm from South Sac, we all packed
C
Fm
Even that nigga Homicide is kicking raps
F
C
F
A title to be welthy and we taking it
Fm
C
And if not we'll shoot cha
Fm
C
F
in a minute...
Verse 9
F
And ya don't stop (and ya
don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya
don't stop)...
And ya don't stop
(and ya don't stop)...
Can I kick it? (And ya don't stop)...
Fm
F
Can I kick it? (And ya don't stop)...
Can I kick it? (And ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop and ya don't stop...
And I'm out...
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