Tom: Gb major
Verse 1
C
G
C
(Get me) Uh- huh
(They pretty) Uh- huh
G
C
Bm
G
(Wit me) Uh- huh
C
G
(It's crispy) Yeah
C
Bm
C
Whoo Uh- huh,
G
C
G
C
uh- huh, yo
Verse 2
C
Y'all just blowin' smoke,
fan in the fire
Bm
Your wife is gettin' curi
C
ous homie you better hide her
Keep it gully baby boy, share that
Easy when you see me,
G
I don't like to get stared at
C
Niggas only mad cause they asses
C
Soup the cowards up, if you want,
get your man clapped
Bm
G
Yeah, sealed signed delivered, anthrax
C
You got a thousand niggas
I'll do numbers with half that
Catch me wylin' out with a mam
C
Enough on the wheels make me feel
Bm
C
like the tunnel packed
Yeah, if it's somethin'
I'm feelin' you runnin' that
And we don't let a thing slide baby,
C
Talk on the jack like Feds,
C
Bm
Havoc make tracks, didn't know,
G
C
just hold that
G
C
Career ain't goin' so well, I got that
Slide you some hot shit, nigga
it's a wrap
Verse 3
G
See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
C
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Bills in the pockets,
Bm
C
know them things is, crispy
G
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
C
Bm
Y'all not known for bustin'
G
So for the 9 I got beef for days
C
Y'all want it wit us don't get
G
C
Call the coroner
Verse 4
G
Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I
talk to him
C
Bm
I'm hungry, niggas is eat in' fo'
G
C
pounds, I walk through 'em
Either you shook or your 9 spray
G
C
You got a row of sixteen and a clip,
Bm
G
C
one in the head around my way
Fuck with my money
G
C
you be shot the fuck up
G
The name Littles got the streets
Dumped off the bridge,
body mopped the fuck up
When them Mobb Deep boys creep
or pop the fuck up
There ain't a nigga that
can cramp my style
Fifteen get money, livin' frozen out
You cowards softer than a bitch,
get a baby wipe
'Fore I show you what the
C
G
Want beef muh'fucker come and get me
C
Bm
All this rap in the booth,
C
Bm
Not a nickel get sold
G
C
in the park 'less I eat
Bm
Think different the mac'll spin' you
C
See the cats in the whips want to, get
Verse 5
G
me
C
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Bm
Bills in the pockets, know
Verse 6
them things is, crispy
G
Hey hey
C
Look I walk around with my
pound in a glass
Puffin' my haze,
Bm
G
missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash
C
Bm
How I roll? Why would you ask?
C
Know I'm swingin' my piece,
Bm
G
pocket full of G's, gun in the stash
C
I know y'all roll with the boys
with the badge
G
C
That's why when you kick that gangsta rap,
homie I just laugh
From the ave, where snitches get blast
They say, no Noyd, you won't
blow makin' songs like that
I say, homie you sell your soul to glitter,
G
C
it don't last
I don't get no bigger,
I'ma keep it realer to death
Fuck is a check if you ain't
C
Nigga we countin' the scrilla with the
gun on the deck
Countin' the gang that snaps,
G
C
think how many straps and vests
Bm
We flash the pound around
C
and knuckle down the rest
We hate the E- mails and the phones,
C
It's deep, we can't even speak
G
C
in certain'rooms
Verse 7
G
See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
C
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
G
C
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Bills in the pockets,
Bm
G
know them things is, crispy
C
G
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
Bm
Y'all not known for bustin' them guns
C
So for the 9 I got beef for days
Y'all want it wit us
don't get carried away
C
I'm tellin' you it's somethin' 'bout them Mobb Deep boys,
Verse 8
C
they no joke
Bm
C
They blood- thirsty for that rap music yo
It's not a song,
it's a goddamn bomb fittin' to blow
They not a group,
they a muh'fuckin' gang for sho'
we more like a troop and oh
Bm
Let's not forget to mention
E'rytime we drop a new one
the streets gon' go
cause we don't play with that there
They know it's safe to spend they
money over here
E'rytime they cop from somebody else,
G
C
the shit wack
Bm
That shit there is doo- doo, the
Get 'em all higher than Scotty
They know it's safe to spend
G
they high wear off too fast
Verse 9
G
See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
C
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
them gorillas they, wit me
Bm
Bills in the pockets, know
them things is, crispy
C
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
Bm
Y'all not known for bustin'
them guns
C
So for the 9 I got beef for days
C
Y'all want it wit us don't get
carried away
G
C
G
Call the coroner
Outro 1
C
Bm
G
C
G
C
Bm
G
C
G
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C
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