Tom: E major•
Verse 1
E
G#
D#
Yo this is flavor for the non believes
E
Sit back take a seat and don't forget
to pass the weed
G#
D#
And by the way this is all the way live
E
And the way that I survive is pumpin
nickels and dimes
G#m
D#
Pumpin rocks on the corner
pumpin rocks cause I wanna
A
E
The little Don Ho drug dealer
G#
? performer
D#
At my height I'm described as a midget
A
E
But it ain't about height it's
D#
about "Can I Kick It?"
Some say I'm too little, but yo I'm too ill
A
E
I hit skins, light up,
G#
and then I smoke a Phil'
D#
You don't want a beef with this
I'm not good, I'm livin like a hood
Eb
And when I kick MC's abandon ship
E
Cause my brain is the sun of a solar eclipse
Ab
Eb
Yo, Havoc is the man that
you have to bring
A
E
Cause I'm flippin like pages in
a Word Up magazine
D#
A
Sweet like candy, the poetic vigilante
E
So explicit even porno flicks ban me
G#m
D#
And girls gel me like
jheri curl activate
A
E
The forty dog drinkin money grip
you're dead and stinkin
D#
Brain cells overload when I'm thinkin
A
E
This is a rap rape, and I leave a fat taste
G#
D#
Get off the microphone kid,
stay in a child's place
A
E
I cook you up, like Uptown raw base
D#
And leave you open like
if you just saw Scarface
A
E
Like I said it before,
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shorty scores, I get raw
D#
For the cause, battle me, take a loss
A
E
I steal shows like BelBivDevoe's
Eb
And put on my latex when I hit up the hoes
give me my props
Eb
Cause it's 1992, and all the bullshit stops..
Verse 2
Ab
Eb
Check it, this is flavor for the non believes
E
This is flavor for the non believes
Eb
Check it, this is flavor
for the non believes
A
E
This is flavor for the non believes
Verse 3
D#
Mr. Soul, trunk jewels sippin Old Gold
E
Roll up my nickel pack of weed,
lick it up and stroll
D#
Prodigy, verbally tragic and I'm toxic
A
E
Check out the way check out
the way the way that I drop it
D#
You know my style, step back,
cause I'm buckwild
A
E
All it takes is a mic, 40 dog, and a smile
G#
D#
Baby Grand Puba, Little
Rick the Ruler
E
And in my pocket is crazy fat
MC's can't get with Mister Mister
Money don't fake moves cause
I probably hit your sister
I'm on a mission word is bond
E
Word to God, I goes on.. the little Don
Eb
Smooth and fantastic as I get drastic
A
E
Shake your brain mentally
and psychopathic
Eb
I murder with the brain of Hitler black
A
E
And me bein weak,
Verse 4
even Kodak couldn't picture that
Abm
Ab
Eb
This is flavor for the
A
E
This is flavor for the non believes
Flavor for the non believes
G#m
G#
D#
This is flavor for the non believes
E
This is flavor for the non
believes
Eb
Niggaz don't understand first of all I
Verse 5
E
rip when I rip check it, never stall
G#
D#
Freestyle meanwhile for you and yours
E
I'm goin all out, check it
Ab
You thought I couldn't
Eb
wish I wanna do what I did
E
I did it so I done, kill another fuckin kid
Ab
Eb
Cause I don't give a
E
That's why your stupid ass got bucked
D#
Outta luck, never took the time to wish
A
E
Took a bitch down then
I'm out like quick
G#
D#
A
Nestle chocolate, munch like it's ?
E
That was then, this is now,
I'm goin for the gold
D#
Thirty yard touchdown, Mr. Short
E
Fuckin niggaz bitches just for the sport
D#
But not without the jimmy,
cause bitches nowadays
E
Knows mad jig tricks, and that I ain't with
G#
D#
Oh shit, time to move,
time to move, here we go
With another fly groove,
G#
D#
Never like to brag, but I, do it still
A
E
Eb
Sip on a 40, smoke on the Phil'
So next time kid you wanna
beef just chill
E
Before I break your ass up to bits
Ab
Eb
How many licks would it take
A
E
Check it out one two three
Verse 6
bitch- ass nigga licks
Eb
E
This is flavor for the non believes
This is flavor for the non believes
Ab
Eb
This is flavor for the non believes
E
This is flavor for the non believes
Outro 1
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