Shoot Cha In A Minute Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[C]And ya don't stop (and ya
don't stop)...
[Fm]And ya don't stop
(and ya [C]don't stop)...
X- [Fm]Raided [C]and ya don't stop...
Straight going [Fm]on

[Verse 2]
a war path,
taking niggas [C]out like it ain't [Fm]shit
You can't coup with the X- Loc [C]gone [Fm]hit
A nigga gotta be,
[C]don't even try to be [Fm]a friend of me
You just [C]want a piece [Fm]of me
I know what I see [C]through my eyes:
[Fm]I see another black brotha
living life streetwise
Who's making dollars like
a [C]dope [Fm]man
Making money [C]anyway a nigga [Fm]can
Taking your [C]shit and selling drugs
[Fm]Getting drunk, sagging Levi's,
looking like a thug
Hanging [C]with my miggas at the [Fm]spot
The spot's hot [C]so I'm
looking for [Fm]cops
And I spotted [C]one
[Fm]Told my nigga Trip to slap
a clip in a gun
9 double M, the you- [C]Z- I,
[Fm]you ask me why
Cause a nigga [C]ain't [Fm]gon na die...
Like a sucka, I'm [C]going out spraying
[Fm]Letting fools know X-
Raided ain't playing
Tha Murder, yeah,
I [C]got something [Fm]to do with it
Cause I shoot cha punk
[C]as s in a minute...

[Verse 3]
And ya [F]don't [Dm]stop (and ya
don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya
[F]don't stop)...
And ya don't [Dm]stop [F](and y
[Dm]a don't stop)...
Lynch [F]Hung [Dm]and ya don't stop...
[F]People

[Verse 4]
[Fm]always ask
why I [C]act this way
[Fm]I say: cause I'm a villain
[C]like my homeboy Ray
[Fm]A straight lunatic, a litt[C]le skitz[Fm]o
A male hoe, [C]a mothafuckingp[Fm]sycho
Killing punk niggas [C]like flies
[Fm]You piss me off and everybody dies
X ain't [C]the one to be ludicrous
[Fm]Any mothafucka I want
to [C]diss I'm gonna diss
[Fm]It might be you if ya
[C]on [Fm]the shitlist
Instead of an [C]'uncle' I make ya
[Fm]say 'triple- six'
And make you suck [C]four [Fm]dicks
In otherwords you can [C]get [Fm]the duck sick
And ya [C]better do it good, [Fm]choke this dick
Make me [C]nut real [Fm]quick
20 seconds [C]like a mothafucka
It feels [Fm]good like a [C]mothafucka so,
[Fm]bitch: suck
It tastes like [C]chocolate,
that's [Fm]the nickname
Doggy style, [C]I'm known to [Fm]inflict pain
Making [C]hoes feel real swell
A [Fm]nigga with a mind like me
needs to go to hell
Where else [C]can a nigga go? (Nowhere!)
In [F]heaven [C]the mothafuckas don't
allow [F]psycho
[Fm]Now the book is clos[C]ed
A [Fm]fool like me [C]killed all them hoes
Cause I (shoot a [F]mothafucka in a
minute)...

[Verse 5]
And ya don't [Dm]stop (and ya
[F]don't stop)...
And ya [Dm]don't stop [F](and ya
[Dm]don't stop)...
And ya don't stop [F](and ya
don't stop)...
Yo, pump it up,
nigga and ya don't [Fm]stop...

[Verse 6]
The definition [C]for [Fm]a skitzo is
Strictly killing any tough [C]son of a bitch
[Fm]When I say tough I mean
[C]he thinks he's tough
I'm kinda [Fm]fed up,
a nigga done had enough...
Of this shit to last [C]me a [Fm]year or two
What in the fuck a [C]nigga gotta do...
[Fm]Nowadays to get his [C]point [Fm]across
I don't know,
I guess ya [C]gotta [Fm]get toasted like a salad
A [C]ballad of a men[Fm]ace,
ya can call this a ten percent diss
Ya get [C]pissed but I don't
give [Fm]a fuck
Ya want to squab, yo,
[C]what the fuck [Fm]is up?
My nigga Trip got a [C]nine for ya ass
Talk [Fm]shit,
[C]mothafucka, and we bla[Fm]st
[C]Three sixes' the code that we use
[Fm]I'm killing musl[C]ims,
baptists and [Fm]jews
And the hov[C]ers, fuck the witness
[F]Hitting niggas to the triple-
[C]six sick[Fm]ness
At my house [C]windows are [Fm]tened
Knock on my [C]door: I shoot
cha in a [F]minute...

[Verse 7]
And ya don't [F]stop (and ya
don't stop)...
And ya don't stop
(and ya don't stop)...
[Dm]And ya d[F]on't s[Dm]top
(and ya don't stop)...
And ya don't [F]stop...
[Fm]The definition

[Verse 8]
[C]for X- Raided
[Fm]Is ruthless attitude toward
[C]s every [Fm]delin[C] qu[Fm]ent
Don't forget the [C]'X' for [Fm]'X- tra'
The X- tra as I kicks so
nobody [C]steps [Fm]up
To the [C]villain peeping that bull[Fm]shit
[F]I grab the nine and unl[Fm]oad
[C]the[Fm] clip
Spray every [C]punk nigga on
[Fm]the scene
Cause I'm a lunatic, [C]know what I mean?
[Fm]Don't forget that Triple- Six[C]
got [Fm]the [F]backfade
Step up, try [Fm]to steal, ya get sprayed
Cause I'm not giving up an inch
And neither is [C]the[Fm]
mothafucking Lynch...Hung
But [F]you [C]ain't dumb,
you know what's up
[Fm]The whole Mafi[F]a is crazier[C]
than [F]a mothafuck
We don't give [C]a fuck about
[Fm]the nextman
Unless he's [C]down with our [Fm]clan
And if ya ain't then ya [C]got
[F]nothing incomment
Do like a nigga [Fm]from [C]Compton
And start [Fm]running a hundred
miles to the city [C]I'm from
[Fm]S- A- see, punk bitch,
you [C]can't get [F]none
I'm from South [C]Sac, we all [Fm]packed
Even that nigga Homicide is [C]kicking [Fm]raps
A [F]title to [C]be welthy and we tak[F]ing it
[Fm]And if not we'll shoot cha[C]
[Fm]in a[C] minute...[F]

[Verse 9]
And [F]ya don't stop (and ya
don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya
don't stop)...
And ya don't stop
(and ya don't stop)...
Can I kick it? (And ya don't stop)...
Can I kick it? [Fm](And ya [F]don't stop)...
Can I kick it? (And ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop and ya don't stop...
And I'm out...