Tom: D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
My bro said "Don't say that"
I said "Fuck that,
I'm gon' be gettin' a wooping anyway
Don't make no goddamn
difference"
Fuck that, I'm not one
to find shit
What your mom say? "Take the garbage out,
Bb
fuck"
(Yeah) Yeah,
C
don't lose the beat motherfucker
Yeah yeah, I just upped the flows to the
Bb
C
God level nigga what
Dm
Yeah, yeah
Finna up the flows to the God level, nigga,
Bb
what
C
Dm
Yeah, check check
C
Dm
Yeah, nigga, check check
D
Dm
Bb
Yeah, bitch, check check
Verse 2
Yeah, yeah
C
Quarter thang to a whole thang,
Dm
whole gang workin' (yeah)
Hit a bitch with that extended
clip or that revolver
Bb
Shit'll serve the same
purpose (bang, bang)
Keep them beamin'
C
up to Scotty in my crack lobby
Dm
I can smell the 'caine burnin'
Michael Jordan, 1985, bitch,
Bb
I travel with the cocaine circus
C
Put them F and Xs on your clowned ass
Dm
Catch a nigga up and leave him down bad
I go get a pack and take a nigga town
And fuck his bitches with
Bomb on niggas like Nagasaki
C
Rocket next to my pocket,
hot like hibachi
Dm
Drop the check on the bitch man
These niggas be lookin' like baby
Bb
mommas in these Maseratis
Bitch, I fuck up your face with a razor
C
How I make sure your motherfuckin'
family can't view your body
Dm
Nigga thuggin' and shit,
put my blood in his shit
Prick my finger, Alfredo,
Bb
Illuminati (Illuminati)
C
Joe Pesci, pushin' product
You niggas is sweeter than
On the run like Assata, so fuck the police
Bb
As a nigga be chillin' in La Habana
(up in La Habana)
Police caught him with a
Now they snitchin' man,
Gangland, made a lane in it
Bb
If my name in it, it's a gang murder
C
All my reps in the crack files, bitch,
I got 'em up out the vault
Dm
I'm the reason your mama be smokin' that
Bb
Brillo and be rippin' them car antennas off
C
Geekers beamin' up to Scotty
in my crack lobby
Dm
I can smell the 'caine burnin'
Gangland, if you put a hit on Freddie 'caine
Bb
it'll be a gang murder
C
1985, Michael Jordan, bitch,
Dm
I travel with a cocaine circus
Flow God level, like when Hov speak
I make a song, weep,
Bb
I got the game hurtin'
Verse 3
C
Dm
Bitch, yeah yeah
Flow God level, like when Hov speak
I make a song, weep,
Bb
C
I got the game hurtin'
Dm
Bb
Yeah, check check
C
Check check
Dm
D
Mic check check
Check check
Dm
Bb
Niggas need a check, check, yeah
We got everybody in the house, tonight
I'll wait for my DJ to get ready
Nah
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