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