Tonart: F major
Verse 1
F#m
Yeah, lettin' you punk
motherfuckers know
Em
H -Town don't be bullshittin'
Come down here with that bullshit
You gon' get your motherfuckin' wig split,
bitch
That's a promise from the
H -Town niggas ain't soft, bitch
I get a brick and bust you in your mouth, bitch
I don't give a damn
I'm finna tell you motherfuckers
who I am
Em
Gangsta nip, I own this place
Mean enough to shoot a
dead pitbull in the face
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Em
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Em
Aw yeah, I'm hype tonight
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Which one of you weak motherfuck
Whoever you are, whoever you be
Don't come to
Houston with that bullshit,
Cause if you do, you better get dropped
Go insane, leave a motherfuckin'
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bomb in your mailbox
The nip don't care
38 or keep your bitch ass
sittin' in a wheelchair
Come on with it, hoe
Damn, I forgot my gun
You better go and get it, hoe
Em
Cause I'm hard as a brick
F#m
Em
Peace to the motherfuckin'
minds of a lunatic
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Em
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Step up, and you'll get beat down
H -Town
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Em
H -Town,
H -Town,
Punk motherfuckers wanna get with me
Your best bet is to don't say shit to me
Cause I'm insane playing catch with a bomb
I gotta keep my fucking calm
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Cause I'm losing my
motherfucking mind
Bullet hit him in his head and came
out through his spine
Em
F#m
Gangsta nip, a terrible man
I cut a lady's throat just
East coast, west coast,
yeah all that's fine
Say
Houston is weak, I say I do 69 times
Other cities, they think that we're suckers
It ain't about cows and horses,
motherfucker
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You try to front,
Juan
Blanco push you off a building
He'll kill your parents,
but I'll kill your children
In four words,
I'ma rape you
Nigga, I hate you
Don't try to cry,
Em
you better wipe that tear up
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Time you show up,
Em
I'ma fuck your year up
F#m
Em
F#m
Cause I can go round for round
You can't fuck with
Em
F#m
Em
H -Town
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Em
H -Town, bitch
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Em
H -Town, bitch
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Em
When you look in the mirror,
you'll see I'm a big time
East
Coast is dope,
West
Coast is dope
Say
Houston is weak,
I'm cutting everybody's throat
Cause I'm mad as a bitch
9mm legal blood stains in a ditch
People say
F#m
Em
Houston is just a cowboy town
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Pop that shit inside my face,
Em
you'll hear that sound
Never call the gangsta fake
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Throw a bomb in the crowd just to
Em
see how many niggas break
Yo, I'll be damned if I quit
Kickin' that hard -ass
H -Town gangsta shit
Cause that's how it is down here
Slangin' that dope,
smokin' weed and drinkin' beer
Easton on the map
You think I give a motherfuck
if y 'all don't clap
Front me with that shit
Then
I'ma have to whoop ya
And after that, triple six is gon' cook ya
In
Em
H -Town, you can't act like a sucker
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You'll get your ass cut up quick,
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Em
Step up an d you'll get beat down
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Em
Like I said, you can't fuck with
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Em
H -Town
H -Town, bitch
H -Town, bitch
H -Town
H -Town
Where you at?
Who you with?
What you got?
You're a fool.
town, bitch.
Where at?
Yeah.
Ace town.
Where you at?
Yeah.
Ace town, bitch.
Where you at?
Ace town, bitch.
Where you at?
Yeah.
Fool.
H -Town, bitch
Yeah
H -Town, bitch
Yeah
H -Town
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