Tom: A major
Verse 1
G
Em
I've got nothin' but
Am
G
Em
love for my homies
I've got nothin' but
Am
G
Em
love for my homies
G
Now it's the smooth creeper
Em
creepin' like that dank
Am
Bm
Said not to stank, cognac be the drink
G
Cadillac rollin', hooter on my brain
It's the bang to the boogie,
Em
it's the boogie to the bang
Em
Am
I can't tell, headed straight to hell
G
Bm
with a crack and a scale
Em
I'm gripped to the chrome
G
I'm ready to get my fight
Em
Yeah, break him off some facts
Am
G
Blue rag, red rag, bottle bag,
Bm
G
tote tag, it's your boogie, man
It's red against blue
That's the plan of the man
Em
that put me against you
Folk bangin' vice,
large crips bangin' bloods
Am
I'm ready to pump a slug
Bm
for my G's, I got slug
Em
How can I kill her, man,
you don't understand
Click to the bang, I sees blood in my hand
G
Em
Man, ain't no love on
them streets no more
Am
G
Bm
I spit a little bit for my homie, Jojo
G
Em
I've got nothing but love
G
Em
for my homies
G
Em
G
Em
Oh, yeah, I've got nothing but
G
Em
G
Em
love for my homies
G
I've got nothing but love
G
Em
G
Em
Oh yeah, I've got nothing but love
Am
G
Em
G
for my friends
Em
I'm still in the hood,
keepin' chronic on my brain
Am
Every now and then pull that Glock up
I don't wanna see myself
It's a everyday thing to
G
Bm
think about death
G
Em
Caught up in the struggle,
wanna get out the gang
but them voices in my head
G
Em
Telling me it's too late every day
on the stroll with them rocks
Trying to make my skittles
putting a fade on them cops
Em
in my hood's in the gang
G
And if I can't sling cane,
then I don't maintain
From the ghetto,
Em
check my hood is all real
Em
either kill or be killed
G
Looking for yourself, fool,
Em
you might find a casket
G
Am
Get in where you fit,
Bm
cause your mice gets blasted
G
That's why I kick this real
Em
gangsta funk for my G's
G
Them fools from the S to the
Maybe I don't know where I'ma go
Am
But I damn sure know that it's
Really though,
Em
so now I'm on the mission to the top
Still get some raps by them
coppers for them rocks
It's the blue to the black
G
Em
to the boogie to the bang
Am
G
Still with my gang, don't mean a thing
I let my sack hang,
Em
and then where did I go?
G
Never bought the set trip,
G
Player haters still dropping
Am
The same mind that made crack
Black folks been buying wolf
G
Maybe one day we'll learn
G
Em
I've got nothing but
G
Em
G
love for my homies
Em
G
Em
Oh yeah, I've got nothing but
G
Am
G
Em
G
love for my homies
Em
G
Em
I've got nothing but
C
Am
G
love for my homies
Em
G
Em
G
Em
Oh yeah, and I've got nothing but
G
Am
Bm
G
love for my friends
Em
G
Em
My homie Joe got smoked on
Am
Northside, devil screamin' ride,
Bm
but God say let it slide
Em
I raised up and got another issue,
Am
I'm locked down in a cage full of fools
They even got the red,
Em
Dope slangers and a whole
lot of gang bangers
Just like a triple K,
the system wanna hang us
Buy your neck cuz you're killing for a set wan
Am
Bm
G
nabe smoke the blunt and pump the 9 -10
Em
It's straight giz ain't so don't you forget
G
Em
it dope fiend rehab crack.
Em
Oh now you're tossed out the game
C
your number came up now you're
Am
G
out here in this thing
Em
I'm to the I to the P check the
ID so get the white sheet
It could have been me
there was six feet deep in a casket
Am
cuz that dope game wasn't
Em
I'm droppin' fat dimes on your
mind about the time
Cause we all victims
in this world full of crime
G
Em
C
I've got nothing but love
Am
Bm
G
for my homies
Em
G
Em
G
Em
Oh yeah, I've got nothing
C
G
Em
but love for my homies
G
Em
G
I've got nothing but love
Am
Bm
G
for my homies
Em
G
Oh yeah
Em
G
Em
I've got nothing but love
G
G
for my friends
you
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