Wit Yo Punk Azz Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[C]Yeah, Yeah
[F]One time foe yo[C]
muthphuckin mind
It's the Drunken [F]Master
in this peice
[C]Representin,
for you [Bb]punk [C]azz niggaz
Bitch I'm [F]back screamin [C]"I don't [G]care"

[Verse 2]
[C]
Throw yo guns in the [F]phuckin air
[Cm]While you [F]niggaz be
sippin Moet- n- Crys[C]tal
I be stickin up [F]fools with a bloody pistol
Got a gloc on kock when I [G]ride the block
Hot [C]bullets leave yo azz in a
state [F]of shock
Most [C]playa hated [F]by the [G]playa hataz I know
[C]Nigga phu[F]ck yo azz and yo ugly ho
I could give a phuck less what
[G]coast your from
Cuz you can [C]play Forest [F]Gump
and catch the dump dumps
Bitch, just like the [G]last
[C]Muthaphucka, who crossed [F]my path,
wit yo punk azz.

[Verse 3]
When a [F]nigga playa hates me for a bitch,
[C]Keep my name out yo outh wit yo
[F]punk azz (punk azz nigga)
When a nigga owe me money,
and [G]I see you at the club [C]sippin moe
Gimme [F]my loot wit yo punk azz.
Back up on the block, [G]ho's suck dick

[Verse 4]
[C]
Niggaz gettin high yellin Dice
ain't [F]sh! [C]t
**** to ya [F]jaw, [G]screamin phuck the law
[C]Phu[F]ck H.I.V. I'm goin in raw
[C]Scurvy, [F]phuckin prostitutes
[C]like James Worthy
You got the nerve to serve me,
biotch
Ya don't know my style
[F]Scurv azz nigga from 7 mile
Got a [C]pistol in my [F]pocket,
and a joint in my mouth
[C]I wanna bitch wit an azz like a ho down sou[F]th
I [C]wanna get [F]drunk, but I'm [G]low on cash
So I [C]take yo [F]stash, wit yo punk azz.

[Verse 5]
When you wanna smoke my weed
and ain't [G]put 5 in
[C]Back the phuck up wit yo
[F]punk azz (punk azz nigga)
[C]When I'm chillin wit a [F]bitch all day
[G]an d you ain't [F]phuckin
Walk the phuck home wit yo punk azz. (punk azz nigga... come [C]here,
[D]come [Em]here)

[Verse 6]
[C]I'm only into [F]two thangs,
that's loot and [G]fam
At the [C]crib baggin grams
Tryin to [F]come up on a hundred grand
[C]I got pla[F]ns to be the bla[G]ck Bugz Boran
Red [C]bones and sun [Cm]tans
Givin [Fm]me head inside the tour van
Once my gun [F]jammed and
I [G]ran like the wind
[C]Brave niggaz die [F]young
The ones that run rock the gems
Ride a Benz, make [G]loot wit they friends
[C]Rock beat's and [F]Timb's, have sex
with only fly fem's
[C]So try to pre[Fm]tend not to
[F]see in the clubs
[Cm]Mad cuz [F]they on the block
still flippin dubs
Only show love to those truly gettin [C]cash
So nigga why would you [F]ask,

[Verse 7]
wit yo punk azz.
[C]Yeah, [F]so now you [C]niggaz know, Drunken Master back in this peice repres[F]entin for all you [G]bitch azz, busta azz niggaz talkin [F]all that sh! t,
and all you bitchez that aint phuckin, all ya'll can eat a dick, wit yo punk azz.