Tonart: D minor
Verse 1
Am
My bro said "Don't say that"
I said "Fuck that,
I'm gon' be gettin' a wooping anyway
Don't make no goddamn
difference"
Fuck that, I'm not one
to find shit
What your mom say? "Take the garbage out,
F
fuck"
(Yeah) Yeah,
G
don't lose the beat motherfucker
Am
Take the garbage out
Yeah yeah, I just upped the flows to the
F
G
God level nigga what
Am
Yeah, yeah
Finna up the flows to the God level, nigga,
F
what
G
Am
Yeah, check check
G
Am
Yeah, nigga, check check
A
Am
F
Yeah, bitch, check check
Verse 2
Yeah, yeah
G
Quarter thang to a whole thang,
Am
whole gang workin' (yeah)
Hit a bitch with that extended
clip or that revolver
purpose (bang, bang)
Keep them beamin'
G
up to Scotty in my crack lobby
Am
I can smell the 'caine burnin'
Michael Jordan, 1985, bitch,
F
I travel with the cocaine circus
G
Put them F and Xs on your clowned ass
Am
Catch a nigga up and leave him down bad
I go get a pack and take a nigga town
And fuck his bitches with
Bomb on niggas like Nagasaki
G
Rocket next to my pocket,
hot like hibachi
Am
Drop the check on the bitch man
These niggas be lookin' like baby
F
mommas in these Maseratis
Bitch, I fuck up your face with a razor
G
How I make sure your motherfuckin'
family can't view your body
Am
Nigga thuggin' and shit,
put my blood in his shit
Prick my finger, Alfredo,
F
Illuminati (Illuminati)
G
Joe Pesci, pushin' product
You niggas is sweeter than
On the run like Assata, so fuck the police
F
As a nigga be chillin' in La Habana
(up in La Habana)
Police caught him with a
Now they snitchin' man,
Gangland, made a lane in it
F
If my name in it, it's a gang murder
G
All my reps in the crack files, bitch,
I got 'em up out the vault
Am
I'm the reason your mama be smokin' that
F
Brillo and be rippin' them car antennas off
G
Geekers beamin' up to Scotty
in my crack lobby
Am
I can smell the 'caine burnin'
Gangland, if you put a hit on Freddie 'caine
G
1985, Michael Jordan, bitch,
Am
I travel with a cocaine circus
Flow God level, like when Hov speak
I make a song, weep,
Verse 3
G
Am
Bitch, yeah yeah
Flow God level, like when Hov speak
I make a song, weep,
F
G
I got the game hurtin'
Am
F
Yeah, check check
G
Check check
Am
A
Mic check check
Check check
Am
F
Niggas need a check, check, yeah
We got everybody in the house, tonight
I'll wait for my DJ to get ready
Nah
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