Tom: G minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Em
Gangstamatic, I come from
the land
that let a nigga have it
Daddy when I grow up,
G
Em
I'm gonna be a savage
Smashin' at random,
my hooters, my passion
G
Em
Just livin' in the city
Bm
Em
Well shit can go from
Em
Then they kept on getting pulled out,
and what was once
concealed is now revealed
G
It gets real in the field,
Em
more niggas get killed
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over that minor shit
Em
When killers start getting high
on that designer shit
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Em
Designer shit?
Bm
And when you throw a bitch in the mix,
Em
C
Em
you might as well dig your own ditch
G
Em
She that cold, I'm too old
Bm
Em
to be falling for the okie doke
I traded in my shell -toed sweater
G
Em
suit and donkey rope
For a Ruger and a wireless mic,
and I don't need you to kill a nil
that's straight out of the hood shit
The wishful type,
G
Em
we wish a nigga would shit
C
We got four clips, big guns, big bikes
G
Em
all day and all night
Too real for TV,
that's straight out of the hood shit
The wishful type,
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Em
we wish a nigga would shit
C
We got four clips, big guns, big bikes
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Em
all day and all night
C
Please don't make me come unglued
Em
I'll aim the rifle if you're leanin'
and you can get it for half price
Beef with me
G
Em
and lose your life at the red light
Put the jokes aside,
C
G
my people not feeling you
Bm
Em
I'm not a comedian,
G
Em
and this is not coming with you
Bm
We don't make threats, we take bets
Em
On which clown affiliated
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Em
with you die next
The pump'll make a nigga
jump like Criss Cross
You ain't never been jacked, punk,
G
Em
take that shit off
4th and 5th'll
make a strip like a banana peel
The game is kill or be killed,
when I'm shooting you
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Em
gon' need a shield
And a bulletproof,
D
Em
if that'll make you feel safe
But what you gon' do
Em
Send a squad of cutthroats
to invade your personal space
Beat you to your squares
G
just to see how much you can take
that's straight out of the hood shit
The wishful type,
G
Em
we wish a nigga would shit
C
We got four clips, big guns, big bikes
G
Em
all day and all night
Surreal for TV,
C
that's straight out of the hood shit
G
Em
we wish a nigga would shit
C
We got four clips, big guns, big bikes
Em
G
12 racks, 12 packs all day long,
This Facemall, the first nigga out the car
When it's time to go to war,
I'm clappin' the AR
You niggas shoulda told us
I was bound for this
Well, silence ain't an option,
cause that's all I got
My balls and my words,
Em
And niggas really know me,
know I breathe this shit
Bm
Em
A Southside real nigga,
G
Em
till I leave this bitch passin'
I stood here in my B -Boy stance
With a strap in my pants
Bm
G
Em
That I didn't mind spraying pussy
Now bend over and kiss my shoes
Before I start lettin' loose
Push that motherfuckin' button
Then I'm down
And all you stupid motherfuckers
Play the game with me
And you can see it when you look in my eyes
I ain't got shit to lose, homie
Em
So you can feel what I'm feelin'
And why a nigga feelin' like this
Too many goofy niggas
G
Em
died over silly shit
I guarantee you if I show you my strap
You best believe that I'll
be peelin' your cap
that's straight out of the hood shit
The wishful type,
G
Em
we wish a nigga would shit
C
We got four clips, big guns, big bikes,
Em
raw raps, raw facts all
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Em
day and all night
Too real for TV,
C
Em
that's straight out of the hood shit
The wishful type,
G
Em
we wish a nigga would shit
C
We got four clips, big guns, big bikes,
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Em
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Em
raw facts all day and all night
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Em
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you
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Em
I'm
leaving together.
I'm tired of these motherfucking shit.
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