Tom: F# minor
Verse 1
Ebm
B
"Ayy,
you want some of this shit?"
Ebm
"Naw, I don't want that shit"
B
"I don't give a fuck, I don't
play that shit
And I'm finna buss a cap on a nigga"
"Man, shut the fuck up
Ebm
B
Slow down, slow down, slow down
Ebm
You see that brick house right there?
When he come out just tighten his ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
Verse 2
B
Ebm
If there's beef cock
it and dump it
Ab
Gb
Ab
The drama really means nothin' to me
B
I'll ride by and blow ya brains
out (brains out)
Ebm
There's no time to cock it,
Db
no way you can stop it
B
When niggas run up on you with
Bb
them thangs out (thangs out)
Ebm
I do what I gotta do,
Gb
I don't care I if get caught
Ab
Ebm
The DA can play this mother
B
I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin',
homie I ain't playin'
Bb
B
Ab
Ebm
Catch you slippin' I'ma kill you
Gb
Ab
I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin',
Verse 3
Ebm
Keep thinkin' I'm candy,
'til ya fuckin' skull get popped
B
And ya brain jump out the top
Bb
like Jack-in-the-box (yeah)
Ebm
In In In the hood summer time
B
Gb
is the killin' season
Ab
Ebm
B
It's hot out this bitch that's a good
enough reason (woo)
Ebm
I've seen gangstas get religious
when they start bleedin'
Bb
Jesus help me," 'cause they as s leakin'
Ebm
When they window roll down
B
Ab
You can squeeze ya little hand
Ebm
And you can run for ya backup
Db
Ebm
B
But them machine gun shells
gon' tear ya back up
Bb
Ebm
God's on ya side? Shit,
Ab
'Cause we gon' reload them clips
It's a fact, homie,
Ebm
you go against me ya fucked
Dbm
Db
I get the drop,
B
Ebm
if you can duck ya luckier than Lady Luck
Look, nigga, don't think you safe 'cause
Gb
you moved out the hood
Ab
'Cause ya mama still around,
Ebm
B
dog, and that ain't good
Ebm
If you was smart you'd be
shook of me
Db
B
'Cause I'd get tired of lookin' for ya,
spray ya mama crib
Ebm
And let yo' ass look for me
Verse 4
Ebm
If there's beef cock it and dump it
Gb
Ab
The drama really means nothin' to me
B
I'll ride by and blow ya brains
out (brains out)
Ebm
There's no time to cock it,
Db
no way you can stop it
B
When niggas run up on you with
Bb
them thangs out (thangs out)
Ebm
I do what I gotta do,
Gb
Ebm
Gb
I don't care I if get caught
Ab
The DA can play this mother
B
I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin',
homie I ain't playin'
Bb
Ebm
Catch you slippin' I'ma kill you
Gb
Ab
I ain't playin', hear what I'm say in',
Ebm
B
homie I ain't playin'
Verse 5
for you, nigga,
Db
I can't wait to get to you
B
Behind that twinkle in yo' eyes
Bb
I can see the bitch in you
Ebm
Nigga, you know the streets talk
Gb
Ab
So they'll be no white flags
Ebm
I got my back against the wind,
Db
Ebm
I'm down to ride 'til the sun burn out
Db
B
If I die today I'm happy
Bb
how my life turned out
Ebm
See the shootouts that I'm
Ab
Ebm
B
Locked up I was in a box by myself
Ebm
Db
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
B
Now shit changed, motherfucker,
Ebm
I can hire some help
I done heard about the fifty
Gb
grand you put in the hood
Ab
But ya shooter finna get shot,
Ebm
Db
Ebm
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
B
If you survive ya bones'll still
Bb
fuckin' hurt when it rains
Ebm
Gb
Oh, you a pro at playin' Battleship? Well,
this ain't the same
Ab
Little homie this is a whole
B
different type of war game
Ebm
See the losers end up in shackles
and motherfuckin' chains
B
Or laid out in the streets
Bb
leakin' out they brains
Verse 6
cock it and dump it
Gb
Ab
The drama really means nothin' to me
B
I'll ride by and blow ya brains
out (brains out)
Ebm
There's no time to cock it,
Db
no way you can stop it
B
When niggas run up on you with
Ebm
Bb
them thang s out (thangs out)
Ebm
I do what I gotta do,
Gb
I don't care I if get caught
Ab
The DA can play this mother
I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin',
Bb
Ebm
Bb
Ebm
Catch you slippin' I'ma kill you
Gb
Ab
I ain't playin', hear what I'm say in',
Verse 7
fights it's gunfire, boy,
Db
Ebm
Db
B
you get the best of me (you get the best of me)
Bb
If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't
Ebm
go testin' me (go testin' me)
Gb
All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep
Ab
on blessin' me (blessin' me)
Ebm
B
Finna run rap 'cause Dr. Dre got the
Ebm
recipe (recipe, recipe)
Verse 8
Ebm
B
Ebm
Yeah, haha, ayy Dre
B
Gb
Got me feelin' real bulletproof up
B
'Cause the windows on my motherfuck
Ebm
in' Benz is bulletproof, nigga
B
Bb
'Cause my motherfuckin' vest is bulletproof,
Ebm
nigga
Gb
B
'Cause my motherfuckin' hat is bulletproof,
B
Ab
nigga
B
But the Doc said if I get hit I might
Ebm
get a fuckin' concussion
B
But better that then a hole in the head right,
nigga? Hahahaha
Ebm
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