Tom: C major•
Verse 1
C
When I said you wasn't gettin' smoked,
Dm
G
I was examin' the barrels, I watched you choke
C
Dm
C
Take a deep breath, cause it's your last nigga,
got any last words?
Fuck that pig, pull the trigger
F
And that's a present for me,
Dm
D
G
C
for helpin' me off the motherfuckin' penitentiary
Dm
C
F
Label me insane and the dope dealer,
Dm
D
G
now add this to your list, the cop killer
D
C
F
You can go on and on, fool,
Dm
but you won't catch the
G
D
X when I'm actin' in the old school
C
F
Lights on, pedal mass to the floor,
D
G
C
hand past a hundred and flip back to zero
D
It 99 and I'm southbound,
30 miles left to get to
C
Sacktown
D
Yeah, I saw a brown money caller
G
D
on storage at the siren
Time to ditch this cop car,
Dm
C
grab the gauge off the dash
G
I said get out the shit or I'm a blast
C
Dm
C
Nigga didn't ask no questions,
F
Dm
I had a gap
G
C
So he followed my suggestion,
F
face down on the concrete
C
All he saw was the streets
D
that I left in the street
C
And all I need is a drink,
F
C
but I don't got no cash to let me think
G
C
Will I walk in the store and steal
on the street?
D
G
C
The clerk, fuck it, a beer run, that'll work
D
C
Got off the freeway on 4th and
Road
F
Dm
G
Food, liquor, market,
C
D
C
here we go, go, go
Can I see some
ID, please?
Let me get out the car
Can you leave the beer here?
Sir, I'm out of here
C
G
D
C
D
G
Am
D
C
D
Dm
C
F
Rolling down 4th with a 40 in my lap
Dm
G
Grippin' a nine and I'm
Dm
G
C
I need some cash, I had to get her
D
Pulled up to the lock and found an unlit space
I can't let the bitch see my face
So I crept up slow in the dark
Dm
D
I said, don't breathe unless
you wanna see my nine squirt
Dm
C
Just like I thought, the bitch panicked
Dm
C
I put the gat to her head,
G
C
D
took her cash and let her have it
Watched her body drop
Dm
G
Cellmate reached out his hand
and said he wanted half
D
Dm
C
Ex -raider just laughed
F
Dm
D
Looked at him crazy and said,
G
C
you can't have no cash
Dm
C
And then the nigga got mad,
F
C
whipped out the 9 on his ass and went blad
D
C
Too much cargo in the first place,
nigga wasn't doing shit but taking up space
Dm
C
F
He was my sully for a year or two,
Dm
C
so to kill his as s is something I've been wanting to do
D
C
F
He wasn't nothing but a cracker,
Dm
C
doing time in the pen with the
Gordon
Block jacker
Dm
D
The motherfucker didn't know, and now he's dead in the car,
G
D
Am
D
C
D
G
D
A
Dm
fucking with a psycho
C
Dm
D
C
My dick's on hoard from all the drama
Dm
D
Twenty -four, the street I know well
G
When she see me she gon' be shocked as hell
D
C
I knocked on the door and she answered it
D
I saw another nigga sittin'
Dm
C
I walked in and nigga tried to act low
G
another fool I had to smoke
D
Dm
C
I let him have it, the nigga straight drop
Dm
G
Then it was time for my
bitch to get mopped
C
Dm
I got my fuckin' zone
Fell asleep,
G
woke up and the bitch was gone
C
F
cause I had a weird vibe
Dm
Picked out the window when the
C
Dm
cops was outside
C
F
Come out with your hands up
Dm
I said fuck you pigs if you can
G
C
suck my left nut
Dm
C
Cocked a motherfucking 12 gauge
Dm
C
Jumped out the window and
G
C
went on a ram play
Dm
F
Blasting as I hit behind a car
Having visions of the
Dm
C
I'd rather die than go back,
so take that bitch
I pulled the trigger and went
G
C
out like a lunatic
Dm
C
Lots of lead from my gauge, got big chars
Dm
They need help, so call a guard
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