Tom: D minor
Verse 1
Dm
F
Telling you a tall tale of a G
C
Am
'Cause everybody
F
Telling you a tall tale of a G
Am
Dm
'Cause everybody wanna be a G
Verse 2
Am
Dm
'Cause everybody wanna be a G
Em
F
Telling you a tall tale of a G
Am
'Cause everybody wanna be a G
Verse 3
Am
Dm
Hearing voices of the children of the corn
Em
F
The mother that has finally
been warned
Em
Am
'Cause on a Polaroid in focus
There's a picture of my first born
Dm
Em
F
I got a scary premonition so
Em
I walked up in his room
Am
And he spoke his first words
("Daddy's gonna die soon")
Dm
Running through the metals,
Em
a mother calling to her son
Am
That's telling me to watch my back,
Verse 4
I'm being hunted
Dm
Am
Em
Then it was gone, I turned around,
Em
But then I had found it was gonna be hard
Am
For me to make it to the crib 'cause
niggas had me surrounded
Then all of a sudden it was
first and ten
'Cause a nigga fell like Tony Dorset
Dm
Set trying to raise up out of that hoe
Am
I step in and checking chins,
broke loose with a loose tooth
I'm headed for that Cadillac,
all of a sudden I felt cock
Verse 5
Am
Needled ghosts steals that appear in my calf,
F
Am
now stick in my back
Then I fired four,
now I made it to the car and I crunked that hoe
"You niggas won't get me"
beltway back to Mo City
F
Am
But there's a Regal trailing
close up on my fender
But in my hand,
I got the synthetic rubber death
Automatic life ender,
Dm
Em
F
he's in the right lane and I'm in the left
So I hit the break and he hit
Em
Am
the gas and as he passed
Verse 6
Am
I busted a shot that broke the glass
Dm
And the car was swerving,
Am
wondering to a Bourbon
F
Crashed in a diesel, then it burst to flames
Em
I thought it was over 'til the nigga
Am
pulled up in the Nova, uh
Dm
Em
F
Now I'm doing 85 up ahead, out the window hollering,
"Catch me if you can"
Em
Am
Could not do it but still pursued him,
chasing 'til we hit Ridgevan
Dm
Pulled up in the front of the crib,
Em
F
put the Lac in park
And I unloaded the Mac,
and I'm kinda cold
Verse 7
F
Em
'Cause the favorite mask of a mama
Am
Bullet had my shirt spinning to my back
Dm
Em
F
But I ain't got time to bleed 'cause
I'm getting up out of the car
Em
Trying to catch my breath,
Am
and I heard screeching tires
Dm
And a bunch of footsteps running
Em
with these niggas coming
F
I'm getting ready to split some wigs but
Em
running up out of the driveway
Am
There's a carriage that contains my kid
Dm
Em
F
I dropped my strap, and hollered,
"I'ma save you
Em
Am
They fin to kill your daddy but don't worry,
you can resurrect me later"
Dm
Em
F
I'm almost dead but to my
Verse 8
surprise,
I done visualized
Em
Am
That nigga done rose up out of the car riage,
Dm
I seen his big brown eyes
Em
F
I shed a tear running to
him, thinking I could use my body
Em
To shield him from the blast
fuck, fuck, fuck) everybody crashed
Dm
F
Then the niggas was gone and that was that,
and since I couldn't breathe
Em
Am
I put down my self destruct,
and I passed
That god damn thang to my baby boy
Verse 9
Am
But I thought to myself, I can't just
go out like no fucking flame
Gotta re- gather my nuts and make these
hoes recognize my fucking name
F
Am
I'm ready to give up the ghost and my first mind said,
Am
F
But my second mind it said,
Am
"Over- ride the first mind and grab yo' nine"
Verse 10
Am
So I stood to my feet, covered in
blood, catch a slug
That busted my ribs,
and I grabbed that damn thang
F
Am
From my baby boy,
and I put him back in the crib
And since aggravation had my def
callade, I put up the Mac
F
And I passed up the nine but I
Am
strapped on a hand grenade
Got back in the car,
only reason I see is bodies stacked
Fired up the dank, and I hit it so hard
The smoke started seeping
up out the holes in my back
Verse 11
Am
F
Am
I crunked up the car for my final ride
Wipe the blood off the locs and
Em
Am
Dm
put the Lac in drive
Em
F
Motherfuckers better be ready
to die 'cause death is close
Em
Am
We gon' go out like G's
and continue to plot on his ghost
Dm
Em
F
I'm 28 plus all of my fate,
hitting what do you know
Em
Am
Recognized the Nova, parked the car
And made my way to the do',
Dm
Em
they slamming them boulders
and sipping on Hennessey
Verse 12
Em
Without any warning I kicked
And said, "Do you remember me?"
Dm
Em
They jumped up quick,
F
I grabbed the hand grenade
Em
And shut the fucking do',
Am
and then I felt the heat from a 4- 4
Em
F
but it really don't matter no mo'
They tried to get out,
Em
but my nigga we locked in
Am
There was a grenade in my hand,
I dropped the pin
Verse 13
Dm
Em
F
Know what I'm saying,
going out like G's
Dm
Am
F
I wanna say what's up to my G's
Am
Hermwood Fisher, Rockesh,Dave V
My niggas on lock, Grady
Dm
Am
Em
You know what I'm sayin', I see that
F
Am
Mike D on lock, real G's on lock
Verse 14
Am
Rest in peace to my G's
Dm
Am
Em
F
Killa Stains, A.K.A. LL,
I see you up there balling,
Am
F
Real G's, do you wanna be a G?
Am
To G or not to G for real
Fuck you fakers
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