Tom: D minor
Verse 1
G#
Done been through it all, man
Blood, sweat and tears,
niggas is dead and shit
What the fuck else can happen, yo?
I don't think much more, son,
C#m
G#
word to mother, yo
We done seen it all,
A
G#
and been through it all, yo
A
Let y'all niggas know right now
C#m
Word to mother, for real, for real
G#
That shit is the truth, I'm not lyin'
C#m
I put my lifetime in between the
Verse 2
G#
paper's lines
C#m
G#
I'm the quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme
P, yeah, you heard of him,
but I ain't concerned with them
Nigga, I pop more guns than
you holdin' them
Make my route while the sun's
C#m
out and scold your men
G#
C#m
G#
Unload ten in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life! Hop on my '98 dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin'
I'll make your blood stop flowin'
C#m
Take affirmative action,
G#
to any ass if he askin'
C#m
Now here come the MAC-10
G#
You's a dick blower,
tryin' to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though?
C#m
It ain't bangin'
You hooked on Mobb-phonics,
Infamous-bonics
G#
C#m
Lyin' to the Pop Dog like you got it
G#
You ain't no wildin' out for
the Knife-Fist thrower
thrower
Rusty shank holder,
we live this shit
C#m
'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em
Verse 3
G#
feel shit
C#m
Lump 'em in the club shit
G#
C#m
Have you wildin' out
when you bump this
G#
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD,
'cause it's never enough
Verse 4
G#
It's the real shit, shit to make
'em feel shit
C#m
G#
Lump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out
when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD,
'cause it's never enough
C#m
Yo, the P rock forty inch cables,
Verse 5
G#
C#m
drinkin' White Label
G#
My chain hang down to my dick,
my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame,
duke
A nigga like me hold TEC's, are you
the same too?
C#m
Goin' through the emotion
G#
C#m
s of gun holdin'
G#
C#m
Long shotgun's down my pants leg,
limpin'
G#
Killa B, you still livin',
even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot
when I was seven
C#m
I used to bust shots crazy,
G#
C#m
I couldn't even look
G#
C#m
G#
Because the loud sound used to scare me
C#m
G#
I love my pops for that,
I love my nigga D. Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin'
to change what's left
C#m
And through all of that a nigga
G#
ain't scared of death
C#m
G#
All y'all brand new niggas
just scared to death
I spent too many nights sniffin' coke,
gettin' right
Wastin' my life,
now I'm tryin' to make things right
C#m
Grand open some gates,
invest in the rag business
G#
Do things for the kids, the little Dunns
Build a jungle gym behind the crib,
so they can enjoy youth
C#m
CBR's and VCR's, ATV's and big
screen TV's
Nigga, please don't make me have
to risk my freedom
G#
We worked our whole life for this,
you get your shit beat in (for real)
C#m
'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make
Verse 6
C#m
'em feel shit
G#
Lump 'em in the club shit
C#m
Have you wildin' out when
G#
you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD,
'cause it's never enough
C#m
It go one, two,
Verse 7
three to the fourth
That nigga P-Double got got
that shit for y'alls
G#
Peoples to rock to,
stirrin' up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible
C#m
To serve hot plates all
across the Unified States
Sit down and sup' with the top
rap reps
G#
We the streets that's watchin',
boy, move diligent
You better walk like a nigga
C#m
on a tightrope do
Infamous first infantry,
first division, fourth mission
First assignment,
G#
give 'em that shit they been missin'
My new edition's way bitchin'
Those that listen get
addicted to my diction
C#m
Fuck rhymes,
I write prescriptions for your disease
G#
Gen eric raps just not
C#m
potent like P's
G#
One-thousand one-hundred
CC's on on the throttle
I peel off, chest naked on
Katanas
Spaghetti head,
Mobb niggas is full bred
Fully-blown melanin tone
I rock skeleton bone shirts
and verses
But thirst for worse beats
So I can put more product out on the street
C#m
Get respect and love all
across the board
We've been adored
for keepin' it raw
G#
Nothin' less or more,
I score every time for sure
While the rest of y'all
niggas just nil
C#m
'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make
Verse 8
C#m
'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out
when you bump this
G#
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD,
'cause it's never enough
C#m
It's the real shit, shit to make
Verse 9
'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out
when you bump this
G#
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
C#m
Have a nigga OD, 'cause it's never enough (the real,
G#
hip hop)
C#m
G#
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