Tom: C# minor
Verse 1
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Dm
Well alright.
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1 in the hiddouse
(and Short Dawgs in the
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With the L.A. Players (soldiers to the game
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Dm
you know?) Yeah.
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(Peep game fool).
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Ant Banks at the crack house
Ha ha ha better recognize game when it's
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Am
in your face bitch).
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Dm
It's obvious mad cash got me gassed Shark
Verse 2
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tanks and views millionaire
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E
cruise buying cars in twos
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"Never lose" my motto since birth
C
Dm
Double up knots and
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Snitches lead out by silence gun shots
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Dm
Map the area I wanted to
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cut the fuckin' cops a deal
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If they don't kneel, They get peeled
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Bitches recognize I never have no
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Bustas always try I leavin'
'em gagging spittin' up flem
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Am
Take a pen make a mil
and if this shit don't sell
Dm
Am
I still got the street powder
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South Central nigga what?
C
Dm
Am
The representer, damn your
girl seen me comin' and ran
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Young enough to be my daughter
C
Dm
Am
My posse use to flip her like a quarter
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E
To state to my man for man slaughter
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Caught her in the stairway took
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her out the fairway
Trunked the punk bitch
F
Am
(That's fair play)
Verse 3
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[Chorus] You've got the
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gangstas that I
F
Am
have tangled baby
Bitch recognize game when
it's in your face
Dm
Am
"Well alright y'all" "ha ha ha"
F
Am
You think the town rid of Short?
Verse 4
Am
Am
F
Am
that silly shit you talkin' just don't faze me
I could make a phone call
and just like that
Dm
Am
A bunch of niggas from Oakland
Am
I've never been a shot caller
Dm
just a nigga in a crew
Am
They call me Too Short but
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E
I'm still bigger than you bitch
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Dm
I been around you can take a turn
I've seen the tables turn
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Am
Marks turn into killers rich
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Dm
niggas go broke
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Use to be a want to but now
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In the game never had the
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Dm
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stacks since age 14
E
I been spittin' these raps
Am
And even when I came up
I fucked with same folks
F
Am
Still did the same stuff
C
Bitch Short Dawgs in the house
Am
I know you want my dick 'cause it's all in
your mouth
Dm
Am
F
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Dm
Am
Verse 5
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Picture the game as a quarter toss
C
Dm
it up in the air (uh ha)
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Heads or tails win or lose broke
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C
niggas are players
Dm
Am
Heads or tails win or lose broke
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C
Say what up to the S.P. crooked I.C.E.
Dm
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Ra rolling with the strap on the
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Partna' don't get it twisted up
Dm
I got hollow tips extended clips
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Major chips lookin' at
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Niggas step back I don't know you
Dm
Don't get to close to me
Am
Some niggas ain't really the mother
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fucker they suppose to be
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C
Cloud killers don't aim until
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Better put it down and brake some
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hoes off like a true player
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Phoney as three dollar bill
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Dm
s niggas ain't recognizin'
Am
F
Fell in the relapse besides
Look in the eyes and when you
C
Dm
see me I be hardcore
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What the fuck a real nigga
F
gotta lie to kick it for?
Am
Throwin' monkey wrenches
into the game
And all the players and pimps
feel my pain
Hustlers maintainin' riches
and keepin' presidentials
Not artificial with fishin' niggas know
I'm packin' missles
Get me two Bentleys some houses
Am
F
Ballin' till I die nigga don't
fuck with S.P.I.
Am
[Chorus]
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