Tom: Bb minor
Verse 1
G
F#m
Yeah
A
What up son? I heard they got
you on the run for a body
Em
F#m
Now it's time to stash
A
They probably got the phones
tapped so I won't speak long
Em
Give me a hot second and
F#m
Bm
I'ma put you on
G#m
A
It's all messed up,
somebody snitchin' on the crew
Em
And word is on the street is they
F#m
Bm
got pictures of you
A
Homicide came to the crib last night,
6 deep
Em
Askin' all your whereabouts,
F#m
Bm
I'm way too sleep
They said they just wanna question you
Em
they once they catch you
F#m
Bm
All they do is just ar rest
you, then arraign you
A
Hang you, I don't think so
Em
It's a good thing you bounced
F#m
for now to stay flow
A
I checked to see how you doin'
Em
F#m
I know you need loot, so I sen t it to
Western
Union
Bm
They probably knocked down the
A
door in the middle of the night
Em
F#m
Sometimes around four
Bm
A
Hoping to find who they looking for
But they won't succeed
All they gonna find is mad
you got the projects hotter than hell
Harder for brothers to
F#m
G
get they thug on
F#m
But oh well, son they know too much
Oh you heard who did what?
F#m
No I don't know who did shit
And I know I'm not going crazy
Em
F#m
From windows I see lights flashing
G#m
A
And maybe some body's taking pictures
Em
You know who that be, police lovers,
F#m
and neighborhood snitches
Bm
A
They put up a
T -square, everybody pointin' fingers
Em
F#m
And lyin', and yo son,
Bm
the temperature's risin'
Em
F#m
Bm
The temperature's risin'
Em
F#m
Bm
The temperature's risin'
A
Em
F#m
Bm
The temperature's risin'
Em
F#m
the temperature rises
A
Hold your head wherever you at
Em
On the floor from the cops with
F#m
Bm
wings on your back
police your location
Em
Would chop his body up at six
F#m
Bm
degrees of separation
Killer, listen, shit ain't the same
Am
Em
Phony niggas walk around
F#m
tryna be your clone
A
when you was at home it was pale
Em
That's why they wanna see
F#m
Bm
you either dead or in jail
A
By the time you hear this rhyme
you probably be locked up
Em
Tried to hide somewhere alone,
F#m
Bm
the lines of plans slipped out
A
Got caught up in a crime that
you can't take back
Em
Reminiscing how I used to pick
F#m
Bm
you up in an act
A
Years ago when we was younger,
seemed the hood took us under very deep
Em
F#m
Wondering who snitching got
Bm
A
me losing lots of sleep at night
You know my mouth is tight,
Em
I never sang to the cops
F#m
Cause that shit ain't right
A
Sometimes I stroll past the scene
Bm
A
of the crime and backtrack
Em
Damn, why the situation
F#m
Bm
go down like that?
A
It'll be a long time before
A
Em
And a couple of years before
F#m
maintain and keep your story the same
A
Em
The cops is grabbin' wrong niggas,
F#m
Bm
lookin' for someone to blame
strugglin' to find the truth
There's a chance the case'll
Em
F#m
get thrown out
Bm
Cause they ain't got no
proof to say you guilty
A
If fingerprints filthy, deliver
F#m
Bm
I tie it to a brick and throw it in the river
A
Make sure it sinks to the bottom
Em
F#m
My smart police stuck you out the projects,
we got em'
Bm
But still
Em
F#m
Bm
it's not surprising
Bm
A
Em
F#m
Bm
it's not surprising
D
Am
Em
Bm
it's not surprising
A
Em
F#m
Timothy's rising, it's not surprising
Bm
A
Timothy's rising,
Em
F#m
Bm
it's not surprising
Am
F#m
Bm
Oh, it's rising
A
Rising
Em
F#m
Rising
Bm
A
Timothy's rising
Em
F#m
Bm
We know that he's rising
D
A
Rising
Em
F#m
Bm
A
Rising
Bm
Em
Rising
F#m
Rising
Interlude 1
F#m
D
Em
F#m
Bm
D
Am
Em
F#m
Bm
A
Am
Em
F#m
Bm
A
D
Oh,
Verse 2
A
Em
F#m
Bm
oh,
oh,
Am
Em
F#m
Bm
D
oh,
A
Am
Em
oh,
F#m
Bm
A
Risin' to the top,
A
Em
F#m
risin', risin'
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