Тональность: B minor•
Verse 1
G
Bm
D
Yeah muthafuckaz! The Platinum plaque
bringers of the mothafuckin' "M"
G
Bm
Back in this bitch, nigga. H- see muthafuckin' P.
Hypnotize camp muthafuckin posse.
D
And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time,
Bm
nigga, night time.
G
We about to load them black trucks
up. Who we got in this muthafucka
Bm
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo,
Em
Bm
Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
D
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat,
Lord Imfamous, and me
A
Bm
G
DJ muthafuckin' Paul,
the king of the muthafuckin' "M" town.
Bm
And it's goin' down-
Verse 2
C#
F#m
A
E#aug
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
G
F#m
Mafia!
F#
Bm
D
A
C#
Mafia!
F#m
A
E#aug
Bm
G
F#m
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
Bm
Verse 3
with that gat
Bm
D
C#
The other queen of MemphisHypnotize Camp
Bm
C
Bm
we got 2 bumpin' bitches...
Verse 4
Bm
In the club posted up
Eight hundred dollar bottles
Sippin' Cris fuck a glass
Nigga drink it out the bottle.
Verse 5
hatin' and shit
Bm
'Cause we gettin' paid and shit
C#
Bm
Ain't no need be lyin' till I die
D
C
Bm
I'm gonna be lovin' this
Verse 6
Bm
The bottle- yeah gangsta gangsta
Ridin' nigga posted up
Fuck you bitches up when
I come gunnin'
Lettin' the lugers bust
D
Chat, you got my fuckin' back?
Verse 7
D
Yeah I got your fuckin' back
C#
D
Buckin' bitches that be hatin'
C
Bm
Blow their chest up through
their back
(Gangsta Boo)
High as hell can't you tell
'Cause my eyes are red as fire
'Bout to fuck this nigga
Take his money- Pimpin' 'till I die
D
Bm
Hypnotize Minds be the label that pay me
D
Fuck you other rappers talkin' shit
C
Bm
You cannot faze me
Verse 8
Bm
So you heard it from the queens
HCP we be together
Fuckin' with my family bitch
It's gonna have to be whatever
D
Verse 9
C#
F#m
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
E#aug
G
F#m
F#
Bm
D
F#m
Faug
A
G
Bm
F#m
Mafi a! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
Verse 10
Bm
How can you relate to this
Niggaz they be hatin' this
Purple fuckin' tradin' man
Barely makin' dividends
G
Bm
Burn it man, half in
Better known as "assed in"
G
Bm
All I want is money man
G
F#m
Can't you nig gaz comprehend?
Bm
Lock and fuckin' load fool
Break the fuckin' law fool
Ain't no attitude fool
This is what we came to do
With them bodies in the bag
Put that dope in the bag
Put that money in the bag
D
G
A
Let's go fool, rat tat tat
Verse 11
G
They call me Juicy gigolo
Bm
Got hoes that fill
A statue of a fool
With them platinum tips
I'm tellin' all you bitches
To beware of the game
G
I'm tellin' all you niggaz
F#m
G
F#m
To beware of the lames
I freak your baby mama
Bm
Put her on the house
I got my dick sucked
When I was on the couch
My nigga walked in
He said that hoe was stout
I hit it from the back
G
A
My nigga took her mouth
Verse 12
Let blood spill my nig
C#sus4
Shoot to kill my nig
F#m
A
If ya real my nig
Bm
G
Project Pat my nig
I spit facts my nig
F#m
Hang with macks my nig
Who tote gats my nig
D
It's blast or be left
Baller in your blood
F#m
White girl up your nose
Ya high off that bud
Bm
G
A slug in the lot
Your car and no strap
F#m
Blew your goddamn brains
In your partner's lap
D
Choose
Verse 13
your weapons
But boy choose them carefully
Bm
D
Each of my poisons
C
D
Are deadlier melodies
And this is your therapy
You can have one
So you must get a pair of these
D
Beat, bound and gagged
Place all his pieces
D
Bm
The shit's very lethal
That I place in the needle
Prepare you for your last trip
To the Cathedral
Verse 14
can hurt
Bm
And plus platinum plaques to match
And add them twenties and vogues
C
And Gucci jackets on backs
D
Bm
We got them Bentlys and Benzes
And all them Lexus on lock
The picture gettin' kind of clearer
I see why them bitches hot
D
You hoes is strugglin' and starvin'
Bm
And wanna rise in the hood
C#
It's cold I'm crankin' up heat
Bm
C
And you wish you could
D
Bm
Y'all wish y'all could get back with us
Then maybe then you could shine
Like the rappers you wish you was
And get off the grind
D
I'm keepin' one in the chamber
Because I'm filled up with anger
F#m
And when I see yo little hoe 'n'
C#
You knowin' your life's in danger
G
I do a show y'all in the burough
Hollerin' no kind of shit
Bm
F#m
Is that the be st way that you know
To get attention lil bitch
Bm
I understand how they feel
D
They feelin' that they left out
And we the ones movin' on
F#m
So we the ones talked about
Bm
G
But nig gaz keep it your best
And one day then you'll get a crown
Bm
F#m
But until then do a hit of coke
And keep feelin' down
Bm
'Cause suckaz, that's real
Verse 15
Bm
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
F#m
G
F#m
Bm
Outro 1
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
Bm
F#m
G
A
Bm
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