Tom: F# minor
Verse 1
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Yeah. Uh. Joe crack
Em
the don!
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Ton' Sunshine. Terror, uhh
Em
Terror squad, its our time!
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Em
Uhh, yea, hand it ova
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Uh, yo, uh- huh, what,
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Em
yea, uh, woo
Verse 2
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Yea, mami jus like that bend down grab ya ankles,
Em
Dam n should be illegal
how that ass so fat
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The way you shake yo shit
make me wanna cop back
Em
Is it ya motion causing
all this commotion?
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Forget niggaz you even got
Who am I? I'm just a kid from the Bronx
D
If you love hip- hop you might
of heard my shit once
Em
Or maybe twice or like
thirteen thousand times
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I'm sick of it myself I'm loving the shine
Em
Who else could it be but
the squad's O.G?
D
Em
Be laid up Wit chicks that resemble ?
Half black, Japanese n something
me its nothing
B
The girls want tha facts got
to feed 'em the lies
D
Who else can have you swimming in
Em
wealth the blink of an eye?
Verse 3
Em
Big trucks, gee rides, we fly,
twenty- fo' won't you sit in them tires
D
Em
Believe me its nothing
G- 4 ? Just won't mix with my
ride keep a strap on my side
Em
Fast women, bad bitches, down hoes,
hood rich, pitch up in Daddy's hooood
D
Em
Believe me its nothing
Big trucks mean rides we
Em
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Believe me is nothing
Verse 4
B
Still got my Name covering the
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walls in central Brooklyn
Em
Haters want me, they love to slut me
stay - living comfy
Em
Down in d- are on the landing strip
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When record sales get low we
back to advancing bricks
Em
Jack- of- all- trades we do that too
The only rapper get the Suge Knight
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effect when he come through
Em
When pun died, half of y'all cried
The other half wanna See my demise
D
Em
It was inevitable the sqaud'll reach
new heights it's unforgettable
kept telling you
Em
Once you down with the squad
you can never give up
D
No need to get ya jewel's back,
let them other crews do that
B
It's so ironic that I'm under fire I'm like 'mine'll
D
Em
get better one time' you dick blowers
Big trucks, gee rides, we fly,
Verse 5
twenty- fo' won't you sit in them tires
D
Em
Believe me its nothing
G- 4 ? Just won't mix with my
ride keep a strap on my side
D
Em
Believe me its nothing
Fast women, bad bitches, down hoes, hood rich,
D
Em
pitch up in Daddy's hooood
D
B
Believe me its nothing
Em
Big trucks mean rides we
B
Em
fly t- squad our time
Verse 6
Em
No ya, not dreaming, it's not a visage
It's just another platinum
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plaque to add to my garage
- and still going hard
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Fuck a club we flood the studio wit broads
Em
Uh, my whole life never
been more focused
C
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Joes the don ask Jennifer Lopez
Em
What the hell in the world
did they do to provoke this?
D
The newspaper reported the
scene was atrocious
Em
And still find the time to please girls
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Even get hit on by the chick on Cenas world
y'all dudes is frontin'
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big
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