Based On A True Story Part II: acordes por
Trick Daddy
Trick Daddy

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Tom: D minor
Verse 1
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Man, this street don't remind y'all
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of Hollywood man
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Damn, I miss my nigga man
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That shit was gay how a
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nigga got killed dog
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Man, I wonder what
he was thinking about man
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Gm
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My nigga, I know what he was thinking about dog,
I been there
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I got word inside of me
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My nigga I know exactly what he was
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thinking, my nigga
Verse 2
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Sire, I got a problem, I wanna holla
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"Holla nigga",
I keep hearing sirens
In my sleep,
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I'm having flashbacks
A guilty conscious naw,
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"Why ya ask that?"
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It's like this a nigga tried to cross me
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I made him pay and now the devil calls me
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But I ain't going 'cause I'm
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rolling with the Lord G
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And now I lay my soul to sleep
Verse 3
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Ah pow, keep hearing gunshots
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Bullets flying, seem like
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A
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they won't stop
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A call for help,
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but momma can't hear me
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Save me, damn this nigga,
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trying to kill me
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I'm bleeding bad, this
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nigga started bustin' caps
I feel cold, boy,
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where them paramedics at?
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The first stop is
intensive care
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I'm seeing tripletts, blood
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flying every where
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I'm stone
Verse 4
black,
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but who turned the lights out?
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Cm
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Holy sire, is it true I might die?
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My blood's low,
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my heart's beating too slow
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I'm on the edge but I can't let go
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Is this the end,
I would stop breathing?
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Talk to me, why is everybody leaving?
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Hold up wait,
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take these covers off my damn face
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Looking like it's gonna be a long day
Verse 5
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What time is it? What's the days date?
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What brings the crowd, oh,
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why these long faces?
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I'm getting kissed but
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why on my forehead?
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Pretty flowers,
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don't tell me that a nigga dead fuck
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Oh my, why all a sudden me,
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fuck it, I wanna be free
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Free to fly with the birds
and now the sad words
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Past the dust,
the last words that I heard
Verse 6
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Lower the casket,
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ashes to ashes, dust to dust

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