Tom: Ab major
Verse 1
G
Cm
G
Lloyd Banks, this shit right
Cm
C
G
here is amazin'
Gm
G
Gm
Uh, 1, 2, Harlem, Dipset,
G
Cm
G
B .I .G. Let's go
Gm
G
I get the bread, while you in the red
I be gettin' fed,
Gm
and you be gettin' fed
G
Play a hater, it's the truth,
I been ahead
Yellow paper in the booth, I kill em dead
I kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em dead
Cm
G
I kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em dead
I kill em, kill em, kill em, em dead
I kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em dead
Forget the fightin',
that nigga down the front
He gettin' hit with lightnin',
I'm poppin' out the trunk
Let him think he Tyson,
fuck around and jump
I got my liquor license,
C
G
how many rounds you want?
I let the K spray,
tell them niggas make way
For our streets, sweep his ass,
Cm
Gm
and get on my case, slay
G
Gm
Let him trip, I pull it, then it's May Day
G
Yeah, I'm from the Knick,
Cm
G
but my bullets stay in AK
I don't play play, when it's payday
You'll take so many shots,
you'll need to go to AA
Take a vacay,
you put me in your stupid flow
We'll have the funeral,
right there at the studio
Gm
When I clap and it's spray,
G
catchin' a K like cap, you'll say
Cm
Happen to play, clashin' with Jay,
G
Gm
I'll put you in peace the back in the day
I don't give a fuck what you happen to say
Gm
I kill him, kill him, kill him, dead,
G
have his whole fam all black at his grave
Right, I get the bread,
Gm
G
while you in the red
Gm
G
Cm
I be gettin' fed,
G
Gm
and you be gettin' fed
G
Playin' hater is the truth,
I been ahead
Yellow tape around the booth,
I kill him, dead
I kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him, dead
Cm
G
I kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em dead
I kill em, kill em, em, kill em dead
Cm
G
I kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em dead
I kill em, Try steal his bread,
Gm
G
hear 4 -4, spilling bled
Gm
Floors, walls, ceilings red, sport,
They hear it but I came through cleaner,
take care like I ain't ever meet her
Gm
Cm
Hot coal in the eye on the Nina, Beamer
G
Gm
Few goons on the set but I got mine too
kill number eight
Cm
Eight nine more for you get this plate
G
I ain't really from here,
Cm
G
I'm just visitin'
Cm
G
Big big is the house I'm livin' in
Gm
G
My car fly, I'm super cool
When it helps weed out the middlemen
Cm
Brand new game, I turn the ball
G
Fuck them niggas, I burn them all
I'm a strange case, not the average act
You can have them back, earn it all
Fell in love with Miss Mary
Cm
G
Probably kissed them more than my bitch
Cm
G
We fuckin' with the web,
Live for the day, born to be rich
G
Shit, keep runnin' off with the lip
You gon' force me to flip
Gm
Corpse off the cliff and
Roast in the ditch, don't find out
Gm
wake up loud and it's all for the chips
G
An d I can't afford to be sidetracked
Cm
Gm
I'm chillin', winnin',
G
rim spinnin',
real nigga on contact
Gm
G
I get the bread, while you in the red
Gm
G
I be gettin' fed,
Cm
G
and you be gettin' fed
Playin' hater is the truth, I been ahead
Yellow paper in the booth, I kill em dead
I come home,
Cm
G
Come home, come home, come home, yeah!
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