Tom: E minor
Verse 1
Gm
Morele, this song's dedicated to my Darkonejo,
aka Kanjo, Mr. Perterous Flow.
Don't trip, fuck these fools.
A little rap jam from my right
-hand man.
Vámonos.
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Another vato's bout to bite the dust.
Gm
Fuck him with a cartel
Gm
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I hold it down in my Southside town.
Gm
Heard a buster got beef,
D
he know where to be found
Gm
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What the fuck? Another drive, I was up
Gm
Killing everybody when the
weapons erupt
D
Gm
Don't give a fuck,
Gm
AKs, 47 rounds to the head
D
Gm
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Empty the mag, holla at you fags
Gm
Thought you held it down,
now your body bag
D
Gm
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Here's the plan, do the job so neat
Gm
Rid my enemies from the
Gm
Time to chill, lay low on the deal
D
Gm
Cause Forensics looking
Gm
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No fingerprint or suspect to get
Gm
Dm
All my enemigas get blasted up
Gm
Mastermind job, homie,
Gm
Think you callin' shots,
Gm
All my enemigas get blasted up
Mastermind job, homie,
Gm
Think you callin' shots,
homie, back on up
Conejo, Enco, Porro,
Gm
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Yeah, you all buffed up with your tattoos
Gm
D
So instead of catchin' one,
dawg, you're catchin' two
Gm
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Little cock, smokin' dissa on the internet
Gm
I reach through your Macintosh
Gm
Pipin' down your bitch,
Gm
It's nothin' personal,
Gm
Tried to keep the beef wrapped,
Gm
Now I got a infrared pointin'
D
you with a loaded clapper
Gm
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In a three -piece, clean and dapper
Gm
Nobody at your funeral
Gm
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Tryna be a G, man you got no school
Gm
Acting all gumbalo, yes I got you the tool
D
Gm
En emy goes crack when the
Gm
Haha, to fuck your whole day up
D
Gm
Homeboy, all my enemy guys
homie that's what's up
D
Think you calling shots, homie back on up
Gm
Go left, wake up home,
Gm
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All my enemy guys get blasted up
homie that's what's up
Think we callin' shots,
homie, back on up
Gon' have to work us hard,
Gm
Plottin' on your death,
Gm
What you think I'd only
Gm
Pointin' at you with two
Gm
You ain't worth a sixteen,
Gm
D
Between your eyes, Saturday surprise
Gm
D
Bring some tears to your half -eyes eyes
Gm
You get a new tux, perfect size
D
Gm
Got you a new box,
Gm
Tryin' to clown with your bullshit rhymes
D
Gm
Used to do the bang shit,
D
then I did the slang shit
D
now it's back to the gang shit
Gm
D
Roll deep with the S's that I hang with
Gm
D
With my conjo up a twenty -fifth
Gm
Little homies do the hideous shit
D
Gm
You on the wrong side of town,
Gm
Mastermind job, want me fast,
Gm
Think you callin' shots,
Gm
Go left, go in, go home,
Gm
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All my enemikas get blasted up
Gm
D
Mastermind job, only that's what's up
Gm
Think you're calling shots?
Hold me back, hold up
Kulejo and Kupo 'o,
D
Gm
Kulejo and Kupo 'o, imperial
D
Oleg Kulejo don't trip, dawg
Gm
I'ma hold these bastards down
Outro 1
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