Tom: D minor
Verse 1
Dm
A
What's up?
Dm
These unmarked ass niggas
Bb
think I won't kill them
G
A
I thought you motherfuckers knew
Dm
But I guess y 'all don't so long
A
Bb
That nigga 007 gone all spit that shit
C
Dm
C
I hope y 'all ready for this shit
My nigga double
F
Can your trunk handle this shit, nigga?
Dm
C
If you can't stand the heat then
get your ass off the street
F
Dm
Niggas in my hood play for keep
And when I die,
Dm
C
Blowin' smoke till we run,
Dm
C
I'm totally textin' my duffel bag
And on some weed and
F
some motherfuckin' zig -zags
C
Ready for the murder, killer instincts
My vision got precision,
F
it flicked in my in cision
Dm
A fucked up decision was made,
C
should've packed a 12 gauge when you stepped up
F
Dm
Now your whole hood gettin' swept up
motherfucker with a .45 cock
C
Creepin', rollin' like the miles
Niggas throwin' circles as
F
Dm
I'm cruisin' down lines
C
Watchin' killers in my hood, mob daily
Down with the streets,
F
cause the streets is what made me
Dm
C
Paid me, gave me the game
Motherfuck the fame, bitch,
Dm
got to get a grip in 95
C
Packin' heat till I survive
on the streets
F
Niggas in my hood play for keep
Dm
C
If you can't stand the heat, then
Dm
get your ass off the streets
C
F
Dm
Niggas in my hood play for keep
And when I die,
C
F
both reach the sky
Dm
C
Check it, if you can't stand the heat,
Dm
then get your ass off the streets
C
F
Dm
Niggas in my hood play for the key
And when I die,
F
blowin' smoke till we both reach the sky
Dm
C
Check it, steady be mobbin',
cock days, deuce in the regal
F
Dm
Feel the blast of the death of
Eagle, nigga
C
Where y 'all get at? I'm smokin' fat,
tax a reefer
F
Excellent pastries, sleeper
Dm
Talkin' to y you runnin'
Ain't gonna get you nowhere,
C
F
I get my blast so often
Dm
C
007, fix war material
F
Plus my .45, eat his ass like cereal
Dm
You fuckin' with some real
G's now
Dm
C
you used to beat down
F
Dm
Way back in the days, I'd rather die like a
G
C
Than live like a mark -ass,
booty -poop -buster -ass new -boot
Dm
C
Niggas, you can't fuck with my
niggas on the streets
F
Niggas in my hood play some
Keith
Dm
C
If you can't stand the heat,
then get your ass off the streets
F
Dm
Niggas in my hood play for keep
And when I die,
Blowin' smoke till we both
Dm
C
If you can't stand the heat,
then get your ass off the streets
F
Dm
Niggas in my hood play for keep
And when I die,
F
Blowin' smoke till we both reach the sky,
check
Dm
C
Puffin' on the blunt full of skunk
F
Thinkin' bout my ends as I sip up on some
Hen
C
Dm
Tryna get a grip,
C
but every time I look around
My niggas want a trip,
F
tryna put me six feet underground
Dm
C
As I'm all through my motherfuckin' hood,
F
Dm
suckin' up my set cause you know it's all good
C
007 was the name that I was givin'
out to disrespect my hood
F
Bitch, you must don't like livin',
Dm
C
kickin' it on the corner with my niggas
Was a shit -packin' 86,
F
bustin' caps at trips and to hit a lick
Dm
Somethin' that we all wanted to do
C
until 1992 when we did it
F
Came up on three birds and we split it,
C
Take a shit in the heat and get
your ass off the streets
F
Dm
Niggas in my hood play for a keep
And when I die,
No more smoke till we
Check
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