调：C# minor•
Verse 1
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,
F#m
Mean
Verse 2
mug niggas lookin'
and they hid from a smile
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
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
y'all done pressed the panic fuse
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
and make you hollow
(Hoe)
knowin' yo grin ain't good
Verse 5
ain't from my hood
(Hoe)
they mouth shut
(Bitch)
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'
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
they hid from a smile
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
Is it because I'm being me?
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
Shake ya load off,
why ya yellin' quote unquote a thug
Nigga anyway,
Verse 9
I don't dig niggas in denial
lady know the time
Trick ass biotch, listen close,
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
Verse 10
hid from a smile
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
and they hid from a smile
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
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
have you blew out his brains
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
C#m
F#m
I told you bitches from the jump,
what's up, what's up?
I thought you was tough,
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
they hid from a smile
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
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,
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