Tom: C# minor•
Verse 1
C#m
E
C#m
G#
C#m
Everybody gets shots
when the Glock gets to spittin'
and sprayin'
I'm sayin' it won't get ugly
like Craig Mack
Cause I'm fearless like
Steve Aaronson niggas
The C -surgeons get sliced
like meat at a deli
E
Hit the chest and the belly
C#m
Then watch your siblings
C#m
I beat niggas with the butt
like KD Johnson
I'm a menace to the next man,
the game is ugly
Merge to the left when you see me
E
come through with the squad
C#m
There's 50 niggas on your block
but only one of them hard
G#
C#m
Niggas know I'm bout constant
overwhelming figures
Got runners posted with more shake
than a Harlem nigga
Pockets thick like fog,
E
C#m
connected like cat dog
When you see heat in my hand,
G#
I ain't playing with that jaw
C#m
Swole like Black Rob,
shit we thugs with Skrilla
Then been through more strikes
than a Cy Young winner
Me and my young niggas,
C#m
I'm in the SS and Paula, fuck the CHPs
G#
C#m
Super chiseled like a bag of rocks
And the rims on the M
spin
like the hand on a Gucci watch
I stayed on the loochie spot
C#m
Tryna get they little coochies pie
G#
C#m
I'm on the block in the hoogie dark
Till the sun set down
and the daytime turn to dark
Who on it?
C#m
But it's finna go down
when the fire come up outta this tent
G#
C#m
All you can do is mumble
under your breath
But don't say the wrong thing,
I got a cannon that'll open your chest
Who on it?
C#m
But it's finna go down
when the fire come up outta this tent
G#
C#m
All you can do is mumble
under your breath
But don't say the wrong thing,
I got a cannon that'll open your chest
E
Niggas fall like leaves in autumn
C#m
I creep through when the black force
G#
runs with the gummy bottoms
C#m
Stain the heat in the bullets, I got em
Another nigga lay dead in the hood
Ain't no tellin' who shot him
Cause it's fake ass niggas
C#m
Drive by, shoot up the spot,
but it's nobody hit
G#
C#m
Fools don't want ruckus with us,
lower your tone
Or your folks gon' be
purchasin' work for your stone
E
I part heads, nigga, just like a cone
C#m
It don't matter if you low
Cause you know we gon'
follow you home
G#
C#m
Shit is gangsta, man, nobody cares
I know killers that'll come to ICU
And bust at your dead
I'm at your sight like a grizzly bear
E
C#m
Soon as you make the drop,
the pricks gon' get quality care
G#
C#m
You lookin' out, but I'm already there
Laid back on the butter, soft leather,
watchin' y 'all in the mirror
I keep the heat underneath my
C#m
Known to run and gun like Bobby Serra
G#
C#m
Fuck with me if you want the pira
It will numb your tongue,
you didn't know we in a bone -white era
D -Squad, nigga, what,
E
should we keep in the green?
C#m
I don't really wanna fuck with the team
G#
C#m
Holla, you niggas,
it's Comedy Central
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's Dallas Squad, nigga
Who on it?
C#m
But the cynda go down
when the fire come up out of this tank
All you can do is mumble under your breath
But don't say the wrong thing
I got a cannon that'll open your chest
Who on it?
C#m
But the cynda go down
G#
when the fire come up out of this tank
C#m
All you can do is mumble
under your breath
But don't say the wrong thing
I got a cannon that'll open
your chest
The streets is watchin'
E
That's why I stay strapped with the tank
G#
the heat's duct taped to the vest
C#m
I'm a short fuse, don't piss me off
E
C#m
I got addy, niggas mad
Cause I'm gettin' it like the silver
Silicon Valley,
E
hittin' streets up with bundles of pies
You know, man,
C#m
haters on this hard,
G#
wonderin' who in the range
cause I just got off two of them thangs
First they go for all,
you know, the usual grin
Now I'm in a illustrious stage,
C#m
I give my daughter more allowance
than the minimum wage
G#
C#m
It's alright, though,
you know the game flows in cycles
Haters talk to follow my
trends like disciples
I'm out huntin',
E
kinda like Mike, I run it
C#m
Without me, the team's under 500
G#
C#m
I'm way blunted,
ain't got that hell -wine hollow heat
I stay out in traffic like Grand Theft Auto 3
Who on it?
E
Niggas pumping they scent
C#m
But the scent will go down
G#
when the fire come up out of this tank
C#m
All you can do is mumble
under your breath
But don't say the wrong thing,
I got a cannon that'll open your chest
Who on it?
E
Niggas pumping they scent
C#m
But the scent will go down
G#
when the fire come up out of this tank
C#m
All you can do is mumble
under your breath
But don't say the wrong thing,
I got a cannon that'll open
E
C#m
E
your chest
You
C#m
G#
C#m
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