Tom: G# minor•
Verse 1
G#m
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Verse 2
G#m
They smile in ya face,
but they ain't lovin you
Turn your back,
they tryin to break your J- A- W
Who a nigga on the run,
eatin P.O.W.s
Strapped with arrows,
and the chrome b- o- w?
It's no act yo, no
This chick can keep my dick between her cheek and gums,
like tobacco
On the F.D.R. doin like 90 a pop
Fuck five- 0 niggaz too grimey to stop
All we came to do was tear up the spot
think we care if you, you, you,
roll behind us or not?
I'm the one man army,
the one hand on the tommy
If you standing next to me,
one hand on your mommy
Your arms too short to box with Rob
Swipe your face like the Bad
Boy corporate card
A lotta shit I do is off the hard
and I be like shhh,
thats why the Feds dont wanna talk to Rob
Yall had to go force the god,
naw I ain't got nothin to prove
Ain't gotta carry the two,
see my daddy told me bury them fools
And remember this rule: don't fuck with
niggaz that ain't fuckin with you
So when you're home
with nothin to do
G#m
F#
cause they ain't doin nothin to you
G#m
And they can take it like they wanna
take it, I ain't just a rapper
Certified Harlem knight,
Verse 3
Mister Will- Bust- A- Cap- er
G#m
Heyyo, one two three,
F#
to get to them you got to get through me
G#m
F#
And its the Bad Boy family tree,
G#m
like I said we gonna do this shit, nonstop
Verse 4
G#m
And my sole purpose is makin you dance
ladies scream "Blackie,
Blackie gimme one more chance!"
Now she backstage hand in my pants
I been tryin to tell myself,
I gotta stop fuckin my fans
F#
Like Mi- chelle, uh, my belle
G#m
Sucked my dick so well I took her on tour,
bitch was so raw
Nice tits, fat boomty, ak,
y'know what I'm sayin?
Passed it off to Puff and Loon,
wit no delayin
The average nigga walk around here sad
get the chronic now he honest
he gon' bust that ass
Get home, she ain't there,
bitch musta mashed
And she caught you for furs and
your jewels and cash
Shoulda known it
Me, I could never condone it
Bum bitch walk around my shit
like she own it
She got some bitch niggaz involoved, they
be in cars
That used to shoot dice
F#
in back of the ?m rob?
G#m
All praise due to them papers,
got me watchin my neighbors
If I dont know you do me no favors
And thats comin from the horses mouth,
reppin east west and south
Verse 5
Nigga front we airin him out
G#m
Old timer said "Don't leave
the label 'til you're paid
F#
And hold yours down from the
G#m
cradle to the grave"
Sharp as the cut the barber gave
you with the shave
Handgun, but you harder wit the gauge
So go ahead front for us, we savage
It's war,
consider this collateral damage
And we even did some joints in spanish
We control the entire zone
and punks sayin ?bi amon?
that explains why I'm not home
That explains why I'm low,
Outro 1
in videos I'm not shown
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