Tom: D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Sam
Quinn, n***a
Jay
Ryder
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bb
You don't wanna fuck with
Fat
Dm
I get to clappin', y 'all,
I pass them rocks like basketball
Bb
F
Know the boy blastin' off,
Dm
coal in them raps is raw
I'm upstairs and I'm rappin' that raw
Bb
F
I was born in the ghetto
Dm
With them gunshots for echo
And them lil' niggas fightin'
and wrestlin'
Bb
F
Learn young and it's real shit
Dm
Ain't a thing for gangs
You get tossed in that freezer, man
F
Dm
With that heat, I mean
I heat em' up like fever, man
Bb
I was sleep, now I'm woke
F
Dm
I'd rather go in a cloud
of smoke
Than bein' down and broke
F
Headed to the town, I'm choked
Dm
Down to a pound of smoke
My dream to reach
a thousand pounds of coke
Bb
F
Till then
Gwen, ready for war when I cock the ten,
mothafucka
Bb
F
Dm
It ain't no changin' us, drugs,
dope money ain't a thing to us
Bb
F
We can dip, take a ride,
Get a feel of this gangsta
touch and talk to me now
Bb
F
Dm
It ain't no changin' us, drugs,
dope money ain't a thing to us
Bb
We can dip, take a ride,
F
Dm
switch slangs with us
Get a feel of this gangsta touch
Bb
F
It's time, it's time, it's time,
Dm
it's time to make the world surrender
The only room for the ride is in
a couple of trio niggas
Like
Bb
Fats
F
Dm
Boss, hats off, game recognize game
Bb
Every lane best back off I'm out
Dm
They never see my face
Spit like a hitman
Bb
I never leave my trace
F
Dm
Shut you down like that 46 de fense
I want my name with that 40
kick prefix
Bb
F
Thousand gun arsenal
Dm
China man machete spit
Come along, rip apart your flow
Bb
You know my bars is three
F
Dm
The potholes in the road
I slap the leprechaun and take
the pot of gold
Bb
F
I said I lock and load, cock back,
Rock your waist, knock your babes,
F
Dm
Got a glimpse, wanna test my strength,
get popped like a bottle of crisp
Bb
F
Got everybody followin' this,
Dm
poppin' they collin' shit
Sprinklin' niggas and doggin'
their bits I'm like a
Tom
F
Dm
Capone beat, a knock for life
And
I'ma rock the world as I rock the mic
Bb
F
Dm
It ain't no changin' us, drugs,
dope money ain't a thing to us
Bb
F
We can dip, take a ride,
Get a feel of this gangsta touch
F
Dm
it ain't no changin' us
Drugs, dope money, ain't a thing to us
Bb
F
We can dip, take a ride,
Get a feel of this gangsta touch
Bb
When I go, I'm goin' blastin'
F
Dm
A young killin' assassin
My shots that'll start the action
Bb
We're willin' and mashin'
F
Dm
Me and
J .R .R .I I said,
Quinn, give it to him again
Bb
F
No friends, only fam with me
Dm
No square in the image gonna
come along and damage me
This
California conquerin' every coast
Bb
Dm
Fats boss, come along once
again and boast
Bb
F
We come from slums an d bums
Dm
Busts when it comes to guns
Dope fiends smokin' burn
they thumbs
They can't turn us from
This real thug life we lead
Bb
Motherfucker gotta stay on the run
You know, a lot of people
F
Dm
hatin' the queen
Cause I'm dangerous on papers and pens
Bb
Do you really want that drama?
F
Dm
I come spread to men
Why you wanna play with the end?
We be
Bb
VIP
F
Dm
Sit crisp like it's free
Tellin' this bad bitch
Ben
Aki
Bb
F
Man, we pulls up on them
Not near one of them wanna fool with me
Talk to me
Bb
F
Dm
A hundred rounds of slow them rolls
Steal them soul, I must maintain control
F
Get on ya, fold ya like a blanket
Dm
Mama shoulda told ya not to play
with them gang gang
Bb
F
Dm
It ain't no changin' us
Crust, dope money ain't a thing to us
Bb
We can dip, take a ride,
F
Dm
switch slangs with us
Get a feel of this gangsta touch
So talk to me now
Bb
F
Dm
It ain't no changin' us, drugs,
dope money ain't a thing to us
Bb
We can dip, take a ride,
F
Dm
switch slangs with us
Get a feel of this gangsta touch, yeah,
Bb
F
Dm
uh
Bb
F
Dm
Bb
F
Dm
Bb
F
Dm
Thank you for
Bb
F
Dm
watching!
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