Tom: A minor
Verse 1
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Uh, yeah,
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William H niggas
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Holla, yeah, yo
Verse 2
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That's why I squeeze first,
That's how most of these
so- called gangstas pass
Cm
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Eb
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I squeeze first, ask questions last
Eb
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'Cause when I pull up, always pop,
that's why I'm livin' today
Verse 3
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Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya down
When I greet ya, meet ya with pound
Cm
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Not the handshake,
Am
but the kind that make ya demand a wake
The kind that put land over your face
Cm
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I pop ya, let doctors stitch ya
I- N- F- R- A, will not miss ya
Cm
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Eb
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I move light, like my shoes too tight
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Leave niggas confused
from the day to the night
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At night, see the light,
Am
when the pistol's sparkin'
Daytime it gets dark when
that pistol barkin'
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I keep cash 'case cops arrest me
Eb
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'Case kids kidnap me,
kids could get back me
Cm
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You shall repent 'fore you spend a red cent
If not you, somebody of close descent
Cm
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Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from
Mr. Shawn Corey
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Eb
Am
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke,
C
and y'all choke motherfuckers
Eb
That's why I squeeze first, ask
Verse 4
Am
questions last
That's how most of these so-
called gangstas pass
'Cause when I pull up, always pop,
that's why I'm livin' today (yeah)
Cm
Eb
I said thou shalt not fuck
Verse 5
Am
with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from
Mr. Shawn Corey
Eb
Am
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept
I'm hard to smoke
Cm
Eb
Am
Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from
Mr. Shawn Corey
Eb
Am
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke,
Eb
That's why I squeeze first, ask
Verse 6
Am
questions last
That's how most of these so-
called gangstas pass
Eb
'Cause when I pull up, always
Am
pop, that's why I'm livin' today
Verse 7
Y'all don't understand
Cm
Eb
I said thou shalt not fuck
Face a thousand deaths from
Mr. Shawn Corey
Eb
Am
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke,
y'all choke niggas
Verse 8
Am
questions last
'Cause when I pull up, always pop,
that's why I'm livin' today
Verse 9
Am
See when I'm low on digits,
I push blow in a blizzard
I'm a player for real, I post and pivot
Eb
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be where the ghosts visit
Where the demons live,
shit my scene is vivid
Squeamish kids,
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y'all get the fuck outta this verse
It's about to get so obscene in a minute
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Eb
I seen and live it,
Am
I did some things I admit it
Wasn't proud of it, but
I was a child fuck it
Eb
Kept a pow tucked in a brown belt
Am
Eb
Couldn't sit down,
Am
big gun kept stickin' my pelvis
C
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Shit it was either that or
Niggas is jealous, hell is hot,
you heard X
E
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Wanted to tell God that I
Was afraid that he'd tell me I deserve less
Am
you haven't heard stress
'Til you heard the cries of my mama,
me givin' her drama
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Told her I ain't promised tomorrow,
And before she could say, "Jay"
I was out the door, pouch full of raw,
a outlaw mentality
Eb
Am
Men gotta do men things for men salary
Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike Lowery
Verse 10
Ah, shit man
Young Hova ya heard?
Eb
Who could fuck with him?
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