Tom: E minor•
Verse 1
E
Em
D
Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop
Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
Bm
In condominiums, overlooking
New York City,
D
know only way to play is gritty
I want cheddar,
Bm
Em
so we can front up in the 850
E
D
My whole comity like to puff
L's and look jiggy
B
Who wan' test this? My semi
E
D
And ain't shit that you can say to me
when you be breathless
Young, but I done did shit
that you won't do
Em
D
So go ahead with the bullshit
you blab about going through
I got niggas who pump on yo' block
Protecting you?
But they'll murder you, player
Don status,
F
Em
nigga we getting chipsesis
D
And bad bitchsesis, fronting
in eclipses
Verse 2
F#m
We taking knots from
You don't really wanna come try,
Em
E
Who stay dumb high from blunt lye
The rack of sing- sing alumni
So I pack enough sonic arms to
Bm
It's not a nigga in your gang want it
Em
D
My AK slay gays,
spray strays with niggas names on it
Bm
Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug
B
Em
D
Have a chump coughing blood,
fill his coffin with slugs
Bm
Yo, you know I got enough
guns to wreck a nation
B
E
Em
Any nigga wave a Tec at Mase,
E
You bring your crew and 'em
Em
Then I'm beating 'em down
D
Then I'm putting two in 'em
E
You can't touch me, I've been devil sent,
Bm
Em
wanted for em bezzlement
A lot of other things, but that's irrelevant
Verse 3
Em
E
you love the money,
D
E
then prepare to die for it
B
Niggas done started something
E
You can lay in the flames,
F#
B
Niggas done started something
Em
D
If you love the money,
then prepare to die for it
Bm
B
Niggas done started something
E
Em
E
You can lay in the flames,
B
Niggas done started something
Verse 4
Em
Yo, check out the kid that get
coke like Sosa
Never turned down
Bm
chocha, be in the Costa
Em
D
E
F#m
Rica, sipping margaritas wit a mami
Bm
showing love to my army
Em
E
Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks,
Bm
but I still don't feel 'em
Em
E
An d this for the listeners, and prisoners
F#m
And them jealous rap cats
Bm
that prefer dissing us
you can feel 'em in your vain
F
Em
Like Ramello's pops from Sugarhill
E
J be the 'cause for the kiss
F#m
Bm
Cartel lips, spitting clips
at your face
Em
E
We started from the bottom
You'll see beg niggas pardon, whatever
Bm
We can do it at the Garden
Em
E
D
Word life, this shit is real big
E
I'm making niggas blow trial
even if they not guilty
Verse 5
Em
E
palace for my thugs,
with oriental rugs
Green backs from drugs,
Em
Twenty niggas batter me,
E
B
still couldn't shatter me
E
B
splitting up your anatomy
Em
E
Of ficial lock family,
D
E
grants niggas handing me
I want the finer things,
Bm
and I hope you understanding me
Em
E
Sitting at the table,
planning and plug the fan in
Em
Let the sweat dry off and then
Em
D
Think you smartest,
and retaliate the hardest, regardless
F#
E
Bm
If you a thug or a rap artist,
And if rap was hockey,
F
I be Gretzky, puffin Nestle
Em
D
And y'all niggas done
D
E
Acting invincible like
you God or something
Bm
Em
If you God,
E
F#
then I'mma makes a lot 'til you rot
And if you a player,
E
then play for everything you got
Em
E
An d if you a thug,
then start busting off shots
D
E
And if you a dog,
you better bite before you bark
Verse 6
Em
E
If you love the money,
D
then prepare to die for it
E
Niggas done started something
B
Em
E
You can lay in the flames,
E
Niggas done started something
Verse 7
B
Bm
'Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit,
like abortions
E
of ex tortion then racketeering
Got niggas fearing,
Bm
fuck what you heard, this what you hearing
E
How much darker must it get,
F#
how much harder must it hit
Bm
D
See if your hardest niggas flip,
Bm
when I start a bunch of shit
Em
I like pussy, but not up in my face,
so gimme three feet
'Cause when we creep, no more than three deep,
E
Bloodhounds found your shit
buried in the mud
Following traces of gun powder,
residue and blood
Em
E
A positive ID is im possible,
so you know
John Doe is what they gon' be putting
E
Now who gon' tell yo mother,
B
F#
her baby's under a cover in the morgue
F#m
E
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Em
E
Son of a hard headed nigga
that wouldn't listen
F#m
So you got what you came for
What's that?
Bm
Surgery with the chainsaw,
Verse 8
Em
E
D
I hit the fucking streets
E
'Cause like I said before ain't nothing
going down until I eat
Motherfuckers think it's all about
Bm
impressing bitches and stressing bitches
B
F#
Well, I'm testing bitches game,
E
addressing bitches, and caressing bitches
Em
E
And dealing with motherfuckers
on all levels
What I'm dealing with is all devils,
fucking with snakes
Em
Running wit niggas you call rebels
E
I got an army of 730 niggas,
F#
worry niggas
B
30 niggas that like to bury niggas
Em
And scary niggas get it all
the time
'Cause what they got is all of mine
Your man was talking shit
E
And if I don't know you, I
Bm
E
don't fuck with you
And if you with my man,
D
Bm
then he getting stuck with you
And gave it the money
E
'Cause I just lost my mind
F#
Sent his back through his chest
B
E
Then I tossed the nine, boss of crime
E
Black Gotti, I stack bodies
C#m
with the black shotty
D
Bitch- as s niggas that act snotty
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