Tom: D minor
Verse 1
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Am
Peace
F
Am
Peace, yo
Verse 2
Dm
bin Olu Dara bis do Allah
Am
Fisk full of dollars in a dice game god
F
D and D glasses cloth Kangols guided
Dm
by angels with white wings
Am
Nas the Viking fresh from
my ankles thankful
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Dm
Gangster see gangster do, I'm Langston Hughes
Verse 3
predecessor
Am
Dm
Am
Gun on my dresser slang I use
Am
More knowledge than Webster
dictionary
Dm
Am
Obituary column plus sign 'em
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Am
Dm
The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming
Verse 4
The jig
swiss cheese 'em up
Am
F
My wrist is freezing up sick of these
Poking out their chest like
Am
they tall as sky scrapers
Verse 5
Am
F
But they small as a shanty
F
Soft as cotton candy we assassins
Am
Let the shottie off in club floors
pellets spraying your familiar
F
Am
You screaming like you love war
Verse 6
Am
F
Everybody's crazy,
Dm
somebody's gonna get shot
F
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop
Am
F
Ladies love thugs and
ladies they love hip hop
Verse 7
Dm
somebody's gonna get shot
Am
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop
Verse 8
Am
F
Peace, fuck you with a fist
in your ass
Dm
Am
You pussy with yeast, you shook of the streets,
you a Sisqo fag
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You know blood baths I makes
Dm
'em fake thugs I hate 'em
8 slug I'm bustin' no dis
Verse 9
Am
'Cause now instead of coke
Dm
Am
No analog it's digital,
criminals turned rapper times is changing
F
Niggaz get flashier, houses
Bitches giving ass up at ages
more younger
F
Dm
Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a
Verse 10
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glock they keep squeezing
Dm
Bullets stop in your sternum they
Am
F
stop you from breathing
your mouth get all white
When I'm near you,
Verse 11
Am
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I want you to watch me notice
Am
Feel I'm who you posed to be real
I know it hurts you
you want to squash it
Am
You older than most dudes although Nas
Did you and your whole crew,
Verse 12
but
Am
F
Everybody's crazy,
Dm
somebody's gonna get shot
F
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop
Am
F
Ladies love thugs and
Am
Thugs love ladies and ladies
Verse 13
they love hip hop
Am
F
But everybody's crazy,
Dm
somebody's gonna get shot
Am
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop
Am
Dm
my thugs love hip hop
Verse 14
where niggaz sleep
F
Dm
It's too many schemes too many plots
Am
War plus money and man
I got too many spots
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Hungry niggaz get tutored to thinking
Verse 15
Am
Killers fuck with killers you sleeping
you getting stuck up
Dm
I'm low but I be watching
Am
We all connected so your man
know my man
F
Your man knows my fam' they
Am
was cool when they was locked up
Verse 16
Beat cases and now niggaz back
on the block what
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Brothers is taking secret
Am
Dm
routes when they drive
the street stay on their job
Am
F
Peep niggaz that got prices on
Am
Dm
their head so high
Verse 17
Am
Their own my will take the contract surprise
F
Dm
So we play a mental game, intimidation
Am
Got pussy niggaz get pressed
up on and paying
F
I wish these niggaz would step
Am
up wait for the day and
Verse 18
Since I'm famous they thinking assault
rifles won't be spraying
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Who ever thinking coming to
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I got some niggaz with acid
get it thrown in your face
Am
F
Play dirty catch your moms
Am
Dm
in J- 30
Am
Whatever whodie we all crazy
Verse 19
we all 7: 30 now
Am
F
Everybody's crazy,
Dm
somebody's gonna get shot
Am
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop
ladies they love hip hop
Verse 20
Am
F
But everybody's crazy,
Dm
somebody's gonna get shot
F
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop
Am
F
Am
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Outro 1
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