Tonart: C# minor•
Verse 1
F#m
Mean mug niggas lookin'
C#m
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and they hid from a smile
But inside blood cookin',
got a problem wit' my style
Click the click wit' the clan,
lames I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real,
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fuck a song, grab ya steel
F#m
Mean
Verse 2
mug niggas lookin'
and they hid from a smile
E
F#m
But inside blood cookin',
got a problem wit' my style
Click the click wit' the clan,
lames I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real,
fuck a song, grab ya steel
Verse 3
C#m
snitchin' niggas
claim we dealin'
Told the folks we pimpin' women
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But a nigga ain't gone livin',
locked up in a fed building
All in my fuckin' face,
all up on my fuckin' case
I'm about to take some names,
bodies gone get bucked and hanged
C#m
Haters we ain't barrin' you,
y'all done pressed the panic fuse
F#m
Nigga, we ain't been cool,
never have I fucked wit' you
Neither do ya fuck wit' me,
on yo deals, smoke yo trees
Playa I'ma make yo bleed for
them Z's or them Ki's
Verse 4
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Now all these niggas downin'
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me is some bitches
E
I blow all of yo insides up out you
and make you hollow
(Hoe)
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E
You smilin' in my face but I'm
knowin' yo grin ain't good
Verse 5
E
I steady hear ya claimin' but you
ain't from my hood
(Hoe)
C#m
The real BHZ niggas keepin'
they mouth shut
(Bitch)
F#m
Ain't spreadin' no rumors
or droppin' salt up on a thug
(Bitch)
I'm knowin' ya broke,
but no excuses for actin' like a kid
Never shot a gun,
so how you thinkin' you ready for war dig
C#m
Mean
Verse 6
mug niggas lookin'
F#m
and they hid from a smile
But inside blood cookin',
got a problem wit' my style
Click the click wit' the clan,
lames I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real,
fuck a song, grab ya steel
Verse 7
C#m
Mean mug niggas lookin' and
they hid from a smile
F#m
But inside blood cookin',
got a problem wit' my style
Click the click wit' the clan,
lames I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real,
fuck a song, grab ya steel
Verse 8
C#m
Why you bitches got your mug on me
Is it because I'm being me?
F#m
Tryna protect yo image,
nigga bust if you ain't diggin' me
Bitch, I don't even like you mane,
comin' from lady gangsta mane
Cut yo CD off,step right in to
my location mane
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Memphis, Tennessee,
F#m
BHZ, all up in my blood
Shake ya load off,
why ya yellin' quote unquote a thug
Nigga anyway,
Verse 9
I don't dig niggas in denial
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Wit' ya fake smile, dirty nose,
lady know the time
E
Why you in my grill playa,
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get the fuck away from me hoe
E
All my niggas be on blow,
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ready to snap you bitches throat
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E
Y'all be lettin' these tapes
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fool you like I am joke
E
Watch me put you in a choke,
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never let you niggas go
Trick ass biotch, listen close,
F#m
do you feel it's you?
Do you feel it's you that I'm talkin'
to? What you gone do?
Come and wreck my shit,
I got niggas wreckin' shit
I got Georgia boys ready to come
C#m
up on a fuckin' lick, biotch
Verse 10
C#m
Mean mug niggas lookin' and they
hid from a smile
F#m
But inside blood cookin',
got a problem wit' my style
Click the click wit' the clan,
lames I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real,
fuck a song, grab ya steel
Verse 11
C#m
Mean mug niggas lookin'
and they hid from a smile
F#m
But inside blood cookin',
got a problem wit' my style
Click the click wit' the clan,
lames I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real,
fuck a song, grab ya steel
Verse 12
C#m
So you call yourself a gangsta
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mutherfucka you bitch
La Chat I'm out here on the town,
I do some real gangsta shit
You talk a lot of shit killa,
can you back it up though
Them boys can't help you,
when I buck them hollow points at you hoe
C#m
Now have you ever killed a nigga,
have you blew out his brains
F#m
Or have you cut the body up and fed
your dog the remains?
See scandalous is how I'm labeled
'cause I ain't takin' shit
I be that bitch so quick to click,
remove your face from your wig
Verse 13
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Now if you wanna fuck wit' me
E
I'll take you bitches to war
F#m
Just leave ya place and address nigga,
E
I'll be there at your door
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It ain't no need yo mammy beggin'
E
way too late for the kids
C#m
F#m
I told you bitches from the jump,
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E
you shouldn't have did what you did
C#m
So what's up killa? Shit,
what's up, what's up?
I thought you was tough,
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not tough enough to drop on up
Now I got that pump at your guts
So if you got your mug on me I'm
takin' that as a threat
La Chat gone ride down on you hoes
and put that tec to ya neck, hoe
Verse 14
C#m
Mean mug niggas lookin' and
they hid from a smile
F#m
But inside blood cookin',
got a problem wit' my style
Click the click wit' the clan,
lames I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real,
fuck a song, grab ya steel
Verse 15
F#m
C#m
Mean mug niggas lookin'
F#m
and they hid from a smile
But inside blood cookin',
got a problem wit' my style
Click the click wit' the clan,
lames I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real, fuck a song,
Outro 1
grab ya steel
C#m
F#m
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