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Verse 1
Dm
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
Am
Dm
Creeping in the dark with a nine and a four O
A
Em
A
5 O 12 O clock so I creep
Am
Homies know I just can't claim
Em
A
Pack me some ammo and
Am
Can't pack a piece too often
A
G
End up having another
Dm
Am
And a 187 R.A.P. A.S.A.P.
A
Reeping off the fits doing time
Am
Dm
in the penitentary
Am
And as I creep I peep mista locsta with the
A
G
A
gun outta his holsta
Dm
Thinking he supposed to point it at me
Am
But now everybody loves a cop killa
A
G
Just as bout' as much as
A
Dm
a young capila
Am
So what I did is grabe my nine
A
but before I put the clip in
All I heard is pop pop pop
Am
Dm
My body's licking blood I can't call it
A
Am
One time murdering a young alcoholic
Dm
Am
I'm on the ground with a
40 spilled on my chest
A
Bullet holes and it supposed
Dm
to work bullet proof vest
Am
Dm
Caught slipping my niggaro's
A
Em
You can burn that hearse 'cause Ima
Verse 2
Dm
(Mia Bruce) Can you feel
Am
Dm
A
Can you feel it
Dm
Am
G
You know what you got to do
A
Dm
Am
Dm
A
Em
Can you feel
A
Dm
Am
Why don't you take
G
Em
You know what you got to do
A
Dm
Am
Dm
A
G
Can you feel
A
Dm
Am
A
Why don't you take
Dm
Am
Dm
Em
A
Can you feel
Dm
Am
Verse 3
G
Em
A
(T.M. Shades)
Dm
I can't believe that I got
Am
shot I thought I ducked
A
I was just rolling my dice
Em
A
pressing my luck
Dm
Am
Kicking it with them fellas drinking
40's on the block
A
Talking about what my dice will do
when they drop
Dm
Then all of the sudden dam
G
After I heard the bam that made
Em
A
everybody run
Dm
Am
I'm trying to run but I ain't
'cause I'm falling
Dm
G
My body's getting numb
Em
A
I hear my mother calling
Dm
My heart stops but it don't
Dm
G
A
And I here bullets buring cells in my head and now
Dm
Am
I'm seeing black puzzled and sur prised
Dm
G
My worst start nightmare
Dm
Am
And I didn't even get me a chance to say
Em
A
Ambulance covering my body
Dm
Am
Put me in the truck closed the door
Dm
A
stuck a tag on my toe
And put me in a drawer case closed
Dm
Am
Another inocent victim victimized
A
G
A
In the wrong place at the wrong time
Dm
Am
My story was wrote the book read
Dm
A
now I might be laying here dead
Dm
But Ima walk to my funeral
Verse 4
(Mia Bruce)
Can you feel
Am
G
Em
A
I want to know why don't
Am
G
Em
A
Why don't you listen to me
Dm
Can you feel
Am
Dm
(Brotha Lynch
Verse 5
G
Em
A
Dm
Am
A
Am
10 O clock at the set Lynch crept
A
Em
Some nigga rolled up in a mob
Dm
Am
Nuttining now I'm
A
And on that note he stuck
a gage out the window
Dm
Am
Break yourself for that
dank and your cash
A
Em
A
Foo try to take my grip and then mash
Am
A
I'm not going out foo I bust out my
Em
A
ol school and swing my things real cool
Am
I'm not tripping off your gage
what up
G
Em
Ain't even packing you the brotha
Dm
Am
So bust he start loading me full
of them shells
Em
There wasn't no way I was dropping
Dm
Am
6 holes in my body and I'm trying to walk
Dm
A
Grave yard straight called me I'm living
Am
Dm
Am
And on my tombstone 1996
A
Dm
strike to my funeral
Am
Dm
yeah in the mothafucking house my nigga
Verse 6
A
Shades you know
Em
(Mia Bruce)
Can you feel me
Verse 7
(Mia Bruce)
Can you feel me
Dm
we gonna do some damage
Verse 8
A
G
ya know in the 96 ya know
Verse 9
Dm
Am
A
Can you feel me
Am
A
Can you feel
Am
A
me
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