Tonart: A minor
Verse 1
D -Buddha, Swish I -Swee
For the last past month
there's been some fuckery going down
Em
Am
With this boo -hoo be
serving fake pervs from out of town
Making soda mixed with tender wax
to make it thick and
Even already hit by hustlers in
the hoods going chickens
I'm trippin' cause
everybody that they hit
know where he lays his head
But I ain't done shit
He's often seen on the slab one deep
But who would bail the cat
and put this young man to sleep?
I be game
The niggas mention his name and shit
Making me think in reality
they really on his dick
So they sit, refuse to admit
they want some static
With the cat, who got that cat?
That's Automatic
Dig wherever the hoes go,
ya shoulda seen him flappin'
With his homies from the hood,
in the club cappin'
Niggas takin' losses,
Em
Am
charge into the game and let it be
Fuck bein' 3 -2,
I awake the shite to fuck with me
Once it's flooded, I rumble,
nuff to be said
And if he get too familiar,
you have a hole in his head
The cat must be male,
Em
but the hustlers ain't up to it
Am
And since the cat has struck a nerve,
I'ma have to do it
Bbm
Don't understand how you hustle,
Am
let somebody fuck you
Can't handle your business
cause you ain't got the nuts to
Bbm
Am
Recognizing game,
Bbm
Am
I see you need help
So I had to build the cut,
my goddamn self
So tell me who,
tell me who will build the cut
Tell me who,
tell me who will build the cut
Come again, homie, B .C.
Verse 2
Am
Searchin' through the
panels of our minds,
we start to wonder
Verse 3
Am
Maybe we should put these good -for
-nothin' cops under
Verse 4
Am
Somethin' starts to say
that we should teach em' all a lesson
Verse 5
Am
Put em' all on punishment for
just startin' missin'
Verse 6
Am
Even second -guessin' that us
blacks wouldn't fight back
Verse 7
Am
Had another thing comin' to em' the other night,
Jack
Verse 8
Am
Didn't even hesitate to cock
the fuckin' Mossberg
Verse 9
Am
Shot one through the neck
and watched his head roll up to the curb
Now they out to get us, but yo,
I could give a fuck
Em
Am
Like, far as I'm concerned, nigga,
they should stay the fuck back
See, we got a plan for them hoes,
I think it's gon' be on
Careful all these shitey -ass cops
until they good and gone
Everyone agrees, but then again,
there's still some bitchin'
No one wants to volunteer
to carry out the mission
Niggas start to hollin'
and straight up up wildin'
Fightin' one another
until suddenly there's silence
Em
Am
Yo stop this fuckin' fightin'
Save your ass to get this shit done
We talkin' bout this plan but yo
Who's gonna be the one?
All you do is walk on in
Bust some shots and leave
and that'll be that
But when the time comes, yo
Who's gonna build the camp?
Tell tell me, oh, where will the cat be?
Adibubi at the demon
Tell me, oh, tell me, oh,
where will the cat be?
Adibubi at
Tell me who will bail the cat
while he relaxes?
Take a little nap,
who got the nuts to peel his cap?
He's only at the border,
so who's got the finger
Em
Am
on the trigger?
To kill off the whites,
he weren't by the real nigga
Cause he fightin' against the blacks,
so release your mind to the monks
As we join hands to hang him from
The same trees that he
Em
Am
plans to kill me
But you can't kill an aggravated monkey
Plus an army of monks can't be destroyed
Em
Am
By some washed up redneck
backwood livin' white boys
So by the texts it's bein'
Em
drawn out on the map
Am
So let the horns blow
As we come to pill these racist cats
So stand up for your race
Em
and they'll pick up the pace
Am
In 95, they will be the ones
that's being chased
So face to face and hand to
Am
We must come together
and put the gat on its back
So tell me ho, tell me ho,
Em
Am
where the hell did you hide?
Ba -da -bye -bye -bye -bye -bye
-bye -bye -bye -bye -bye
Tell me ho, tell me ho,
Em
Am
where the hell did you hide?
I don't mean dyin' or dyin' or
dyin' or or dyin' dyin'
Tell me, oh, tell me, oh,
where live the cat?
Come down, come down,
follow me now, sir.
Tell me, oh, tell me, oh,
where live the cat?
Follow me now, as I go into the monastery.
Tell me, oh, tell me, oh,
where live the cat?
Come on, it's the Black Monk style.
Tell me, oh, tell me, oh,
where live the cat?
Come on, it's the three, two, the three.
Tell me who is the three to the two?
The two is the three to the two
Shay, Shay, Shay, Shay, Shay
Master Shay, Master Shay, Master Shay
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