Tom: Gb major
Verse 1
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(Get me) Uh- huh
(They pretty) Uh- huh
A
D
C#m
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(Wit me) Uh- huh
D
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(It's crispy) Yeah
D
C#m
D
Whoo Uh- huh,
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uh- huh, yo
Verse 2
D
Y'all just blowin' smoke,
fan in the fire
C#m
Your wife is gettin' curi
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ous homie you better hide her
Keep it gully baby boy, share that
Easy when you see me,
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I don't like to get stared at
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Niggas only mad cause they asses
D
Soup the cowards up, if you want,
get your man clapped
C#m
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Yeah, sealed signed delivered, anthrax
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You got a thousand niggas
I'll do numbers with half that
Catch me wylin' out with a mam
D
Enough on the wheels make me feel
C#m
D
like the tunnel packed
Yeah, if it's somethin'
I'm feelin' you runnin' that
And we don't let a thing slide baby,
D
Talk on the jack like Feds,
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C#m
Havoc make tracks, didn't know,
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just hold that
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D
Career ain't goin' so well, I got that
Slide you some hot shit, nigga
it's a wrap
Verse 3
A
See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
D
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,
C#m
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know them things is, crispy
A
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
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C#m
Y'all not known for bustin'
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So for the 9 I got beef for days
D
Y'all want it wit us don't get
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D
Call the coroner
Verse 4
A
Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I
talk to him
D
C#m
I'm hungry, niggas is eat in' fo'
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D
pounds, I walk through 'em
Either you shook or your 9 spray
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D
You got a row of sixteen and a clip,
C#m
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D
one in the head around my way
Fuck with my money
A
D
you be shot the fuck up
A
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
D
A
Want beef muh'fucker come and get me
D
C#m
All this rap in the booth,
D
C#m
Not a nickel get sold
A
D
in the park 'less I eat
C#m
Think different the mac'll spin' you
D
See the cats in the whips want to, get
Verse 5
A
me
D
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
C#m
Bills in the pockets, know
Verse 6
them things is, crispy
A
Hey hey
D
Look I walk around with my
pound in a glass
Puffin' my haze,
C#m
A
missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash
D
C#m
How I roll? Why would you ask?
D
Know I'm swingin' my piece,
C#m
A
pocket full of G's, gun in the stash
D
I know y'all roll with the boys
with the badge
A
D
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,
A
D
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
D
Nigga we countin' the scrilla with the
gun on the deck
Countin' the gang that snaps,
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think how many straps and vests
C#m
We flash the pound around
D
and knuckle down the rest
We hate the E- mails and the phones,
D
It's deep, we can't even speak
A
D
in certain'rooms
Verse 7
A
See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
D
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
A
D
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Bills in the pockets,
C#m
A
know them things is, crispy
D
A
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
C#m
Y'all not known for bustin' them guns
D
So for the 9 I got beef for days
Y'all want it wit us
don't get carried away
D
I'm tellin' you it's somethin' 'bout them Mobb Deep boys,
Verse 8
D
they no joke
C#m
D
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
C#m
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,
A
D
the shit wack
C#m
That shit there is doo- doo, the
Get 'em all higher than Scotty
They know it's safe to spend
A
they high wear off too fast
Verse 9
A
See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
D
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
them gorillas they, wit me
C#m
Bills in the pockets, know
them things is, crispy
D
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
C#m
Y'all not known for bustin'
them guns
D
So for the 9 I got beef for days
D
Y'all want it wit us don't get
carried away
A
D
A
Call the coroner
Outro 1
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C#m
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C#m
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