Tom: B major•
Verse 1
G#m
E
E
B
A
Gm
G#m
Going,
Going,
E
B
A
Gone you better raise up
cause ain't no telling
when it's on.
G#m
(straight soldier don't make me
D#m
A
have to show ya.)
Straight Soldier don't make me
have to show ya.
Chorus (2X) Verse One:
Verse 2
G#m
Now I'm
set, ready to peel a cap
F#
for a bas- relief still got P-
funk knockin'
B
D
out bustin' out teeth,
with the show that's
A
boss now who lost? Told you over and over
that it would cost. Bringin'
G#m
a crisis to those who
F#
wanna act tough, enough is enough got
D#m
B
your ass on Q when I
caught'cha bluff
D
ain't no passes or freebee you don't
A
wanna see me cause it's worser than
hell straight from Long Beach. That
G#m
Wayniac an Eastside nigga
wit' an attitude
F#
quicker than quick to bust
D
God damn it's only right from
the hitman you
way I think of my game
a nigga like you better slow
F#
D#m
your roll, act like you know before I show.
B
D
The real deal still kickin' the
shit with the passion
nigga when I'm blastin'
G#m
think not. Come try me
and it's on for life.
F#
Cause I'm causin' shattered dreams as I
Ebm
kill your kids and your wife nigga,
off this soldier quick cause I'm
G#m
the first round draft pick.
E
Chorus
A
F#
Verse 3
G#m
D#m
A
Verse Two:
Verse 4
G#m
God damn! Another murder on the Eastside
D#m
an undercover G ride
B
D
Yellow tape stretched out
like the fuckin freeway
A
talkin on the phone to this
bitch on a three- way
G#m
She done got the scoop on
the shit as it went down
F#
D#m
it's a homicide youngsta' wounded
plus a dead
B
D
cop. Niggas gon be niggas
comin' up it's a must
and get that ass put to
G#m
sleep see. Because of hard
times got us all
F#
on the jack move be careful
who you jack cuz
D#m
B
this nigga straight servin'
poppin' but some coochie
and some popcorn
A
who will be the next nigga
that the Loc is gonna
G#m
have to warn? It's a sad
case then life is fucked
F#
up, set killin' set that's
Ebm
how the shit is summed up
D
be careful where you goin'
certain places that
A
you ride cuz right about now
it's gettin' crucial
E
Chorus
A
G#m
B
Verse Three:
Verse 5
A
G#m
Waitin' for the roll call to begin
ya' thought it would
F#
B
en d but it's not still tearin'em limb from limb,
D
gangsta
stroll when I T- roll gotta put
G#m
to unload and take a soul.
Flashbacks on my
younger days still got me fazed
street wise nigga to peep the game,
cuz the bullet don't carry a name.
the cops who take pop at a
D
no doubt it. Cuz it's been done
before so here's a quiz if you
court your word against his.
G#m
Fucked up but that's
the justice and the peace
F#
the matter's in my hands
D#m
B
I know how to make it cease.
and keep'em quiet,
A
cuz I know damn well that they
don't wanna see another
G#m
riot. Uncontrollable when I
F#
get it goin' you push the but
ton of a nigga that keeps
B
D
it flowin, daily. Can't stop,
won't stop, and I won't
A
quit, signing off muthafuckas from the
first round draft
G#m
E
A
E
pick.
G#m
B
A
C
G#m
A
G#m
A
Chorus (3X)
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G#m
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E
A
G#m
A
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