Tom: B minor
Verse 1
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to all my motherfuckin' niggas,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up
D
Em
And, um, to my niggas too
D
Em
You know I'm sayin'? up, sayin'
D
For the mother niggas, though
Em
You know what I'm sayin'?
D
Em
I got my clique ready,
ready for hand -to -hand combo
Bm
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Pawns break em' down,
Bm
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Y 'all scoop him up,
Bm
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Each twin grab her arm,
Bm
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Nitty turn his face to me
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I throw him up against the wall
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and put a hole in his face so big
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It almost took his whole face off
Bm
Em
We got the tape position,
D
in the Super Bowl face off
Em
With long swords, ready for war
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We play it coarse, and take your life laws
Em
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Never found again, boss
Em
A job well done, relax
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Throw back fists up, Ba cardi linemen
Em
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Fifties and hands get lit
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Fuck a whip, a fabulous mob,
Em
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Lunatic nigga, jump off what got hit
Em
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With max attacks and silenced spit
Em
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Shots whizz past your earlobe and shit
Em
That's the sound of a nigga,
Em
Got you running, dodging,
Em
Bullets ripping through the
fabric of your shirt,
D
it's melting and you bleed again
Em
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You just another nigga dealt with,
shooter alert
Em
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Our house is nothing like the covenant
like a bitch hold one in the oven
D
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If it ain't drama, money up front,
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broke bitches, simple -minded niggas
Em
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Alpha, havoc position, that's opposition
Em
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Wet in me, calm addition
Em
Suddenly, and out of the blue
D
Em
And now I see, by myself, by myself
D
Em
And rolling man trees, paranoid on point
Em
Distinguished fake ones,
out of the immediate crew
Em
D
if you jeopardize mine, dude
You small, my new,
Em
D
got a deck to deal with aces up
Em
You overbidden, and in the bridge,
Em
This ain't a card game,
D
but in perspective it's the same
Em
Put two and two together,
Em
Contain drama, like outbreak
D
Em
You order drama, we outtake
Em
keep it real and throw the fake out
Em
hit you up from the waist up
That's how it is,
D
Bm
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and how it is is kinda fucked up
Em
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Butterbeast banging,
got your whole clique singing
Em
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On the corner while it's ringing,
Em
four pound left your ears ringing
D
Delete those and keep my shit discreet
Em
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Niggas is trash rhyme, totally off beat
Em
D
And out of sync with they life,
E &J been tight
Em
D
Niggas slow your roll, you speed it,
Em
now you bleed it tonight
D
Em
For no reason wanna be max it does,
D
get smacked, show no love
Em
Crush your team like a bare hug,
D
they infamous and do dirt
Em
They're the smell like mud,
New York,
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New Yiddy, Queenside feel
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taking it to the source, of course
Em
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Bare that ass thug grill,
Em
kid, it's only your mask
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That you wear, take off, cop out,
Room on top of room,
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Em
gaffer gaff, and all the rules
Em
and let the nickel nine pop on you
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Yo, my crew in the front, got it locked
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My live niggas in the back,
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got the gas blowin' outta your back
What the deal with them
Em
tough looks in our contact?
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Starin' all up in your cornea,
Em
The look of a true -to -life
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Go at the first nigga to front,
and overreact
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You get dealt with, dealt with quick
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Opposition get melted with hot shit,
he felt it
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You get dealt with, dealt with quick
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Opposition get melted with hot shit,
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opposition get melted with hot shit,
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he felt it
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You
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