Tom: D minor•
Verse 1
my glock off lock, and off
To the 21st blocc, I'm
Bb
Three for zero that black
Dm
criminal mac mac nigga
That pap! pap! me hittin a couple of rounds
And while I test him,
Gm
hey fuck a Smith & Wesson
Bb
I got my, nine at my chest and I
Of stress weed,
Gm
a 40 oz. of OE and I'm creepin
Am
Bb
Up on some niggas in a mob
and a nigga claimin OG,
Dm
Pap! hit him in that dome and
it was that nigga's worst
G
Put him on the ground wit a brain,
Gm
Bb
full o' dem nine slugs
Dm
So wrap that nigga up, put him in a hearse
And I'm hittin 50, right around that curb,
tight,
Gm
Rollin up in a 64, 4 doors sideways
Bb
C
Dm
to the next light (YOU KNOW)
An I hit that corner of 24 street,
some nigga mean mugging
G
Gm
Am
Lynch, and I pop in a clip
Bb
and I'm not finna get got,
Dm
I'ma shoot before I'm shot for the
fact I'm be- you- Double D- E- D
Gm
I'm reaching up in my glove box,
That's fillin a nigga's siccness so
C
Dm
I miss dead bodies
In an, oldsmobile, up on the curb
D
Bb
Pass the view wit an empty 9 and
Dm
some bourbon (riiight)
I just adjust to the fact that
niggas ain't got no hope
Gm
I'm fillin em up with 16s, and
Chorus
Dm
It's either that die, or that sickness,
Verse 2
Dm
and it's the nigga that nigga that
Em
Dm
One you come see, with that 9 millimeter
Gm
F
meter watch them 9 millimeter meat
Dm
Wikkihdie come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah come,
Em
Wikkihtah E- drop, styling,
Dm
Gm
If I don't get you with me nina then me,
you, scream,
F
Em
Dm
And two pop nigga that mine
in the deuce for the deuce
Em
Without them gun shells, firing,
Dm
fidda them don't know me when me high
Gm
F
Off them doughshot killa weed,
Dm
me take- a me nine millimeter nine,
Em
Dm
And me blast him, enemy for the die,
D
G
'cause of dat siccness dem creep
Gm
F
Em
And ten baumy and a them say
Verse 3
finna finna go boom!
Them no dubbin up that nina cut them in
half with some of them
Ripgut, quality,
for the fundamental cannibalism
Got them black enemy runnin
Dm
Sickness kick in a million,
baby dying, boom!
Verse 4
Dm
Hit em with my G like every day,
nigga,
From the creek to the Garden Blocc,
Gm
I was creepin from the double dead
Bb
red till all the drama stop,
Dm
And 50 150 is all that shouldn't
even be on a niggas list
D
G
'cause since for the fuckin with I've been crazy
Gm
Am
Bb
Dm
times 6 charging in '66 and um,
Niggas can't see my folk when I dump
them .44 slugs all down they throat
Gm
It takes one time, all night,
Dm
From the phone post, you know,
All up in the cut with the real deuce
deuce four love I got
But you know that nigga from the creek
Bb
so peep at what this trigger got
come quick 'cause I'm bustin all up on your, blocc
Gm
Shakin up yo nuts like dice deuce
Bb
four in the don't strike twice
Dm
Them gon all go say â??ohâ?? about
44 times till so,
Much later than you go,
better off dead, but nigga instead
Bb
Dm
That I let your mama know,
she might wanna follow this Fahlivum shit
'cause a nigga won't last much longer,
Bb
Chewin all on your nuts like my nigga
Can't load that shit that sickness
gets me harder than a corpse
D
Dm
D
Dm
Till I reach for the greeds that nig ga
Bb
Dm
start jackin off until it hurts
Swallow my shit so thick this nigga run
loccs up on you almost daily
Gm
Bb
For the digs then I'm off dick grow soft
Dm
with lynch I'm chewin up babies
We gonna stay sicc, for the crazy
run em up gospel shit kicks in
D
Dm
Bb
Dm
Eb
Dm
Gm
F
Dm
F
It's the nigga named 6 with the locc to the brain style fix
Dm
Eb
Dm
Gm
F
Dm
Em
Dm
F
Em
Eb
Dm
Gm
F
Dm
F
Em
Eb
Dm
D
Gm
F
Em
Eb
Dm
Eatin up
your dead skin
Outro 1
Chorus
Bb
Dm
Dm
Dm
Gm
Am
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