Tom: G# minor
Verse 1
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Am
Em
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B
Bm
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Em
C
B
Em
C
Em
Am
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Em
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VERSE 1 ]
Bm
Em
Pullin up a 500 with the 20- inch D's
A muthafucka better freeze
When he see me cockin these
Bm
Two glocks, bust off a few shots
C
B
Em
Catch a muthafuckin case like 2Pac
A real nigga gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Am
Em
Livin in the city with the killers and thugs
And might be dealin some drugs
Time tickin on my Rolex
Niggas be watchin me dippin and
trippin if I'm heated
Cause I leave they ass deleted,
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I seen the bitch in his face
C
When I was pullin on the trigger
Em
Enemies stallin, I be killin em all
D
Em
Cause I got the brains and balls
Am
And I don't beckon for no
Bm
Em
bitches or no niggas at all
It's r.i.p. on the wall
C
I be the last nigga standin tall
B
[ CHORUS
Verse 2
Real niggas gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Suckers dream of schemes
C
G
Em
A
Am
Em
baller fiend for cream
C
I weigh my muthafuckin life
Em
[ VERSE 2 ] Don't let your
Verse 3
mouth write a check
that your balls can't cash
Or put your Uzi where you mouth is, nigga,
Am
Em
we on a mash
Ain't no rules to the game,
B
muthafuckas run up and blast
C
Drive the car in a alley,
B
throw the body up in the trash
Em
If it wasn't for rappin I'd
be jackin you muthafuckas
With the fully automatic, we killers,
you can't touch us
Tell me how you gon' deal with the
C
When they're comin from the city
G
where the murderers bleed
Em
Keep a strap on the side,
a A.K., Mac- 10
Watchin all my enemies
and all my friends
Rollin up on niggas with the
C
Might need checkin my ends,
Em
And when the enemies see me,
I'ma dip in the cut
Pull out my Uzi and tear his
muthafuckin ass up
B
Em
B
Mob shit, dumpin and jump
B
Em
C
Screamin out 'fuck it'!
G
Em
[ CHORUS
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Verse 5
Am
B
Em
[ VERSE
B
C
B
3 ]
Em
When I'm dead throw a blunt
in my casket if I didn't die high
My niggas go to war for me in gee rides
Skip the killas, real niggas pack
C
Big figures, hope you feel us,
Em
Puttin niggas in comas if he ain't
dead from the blast
Get to hospital, stick a knife in his ass
B
Em
Mob into the hooptie, put the
foot to the gas
B
C
Forget wearin a mask and stick
Em
Got the morgue on my pager
Niggas be talkin 'bout killin me while I'm
sleepin in my bed alone
Em
they want to follow me on
C
Until I tap em with the strap
B
and get to bustin the chrome
Em
It's bullet holes in my hooptie
Some muthafuckas rollin round
want to shoot me
B
Em
B
live a life on the razor with all eyes on me
B
Em
B
Em
but they be so phoney
C
Em
Am
B
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