Tonart: B minor
Intro 1
Am
Em
Am
Verse 1
Am
Uh, y 'all know what time it
is,
Dm
Em
and justice for all, lil' brother, it's that time again,
Am
Em
Am
Dm
F
time to get loose, time to give it to em, we gon' keep doin' our thing,
get it right to the people, yeah
Am
Let's get it going, let's get it going, yo
Get a drum or some, pipe down,
get a plum or some
You a checkin' out
Em
Assassinator, a lame duck, spawn ticker
F
Em
Got the gang tucked like a cummerbund
F
Am
Young C, we got another one
Em
Am
Givin' these niggas an other run
For they money, um
Dm
Am
F
The crap table when them dice get hot
Am
Fontaine's, it's your shop,
Em
Am
People wanna ass tape, why you so mad?
I say it's cause comfortable niggas
like you ain't mad enough
Dm
The war for our minds just intensified
Em
We got bigger fish to fry,
Am
Em
niggas so battered up
F
We on the battlefield with
Em
Am
Pretty soon your own thoughts
gon' be contraband
Dm
F
They can harass, arrest, abuse,
and try to knock us
Dm
But as long as we got breath,
Am
man, they can't stop us
A dedication to all the DJs
Dm
Keepin' our music alive
Em
All the people want that real hip -hop
Am
Em
F
Am
all over the world
Em
Am
Dm
Am
F
Dm
Am
Fuck outta here,
I just started getting mine
Niggas got their hands out
like the Allstate sign
Dm
We were there when I
was down to my luck
Am
Now they begging for change
Them niggas came with a squeegee
Am
F
Am
I never wanted to fight in the dust
Em
Table turned, I'm the man now
Am
Bitches fighting over the fuck
F
See the best in the Yorkers in the South
Am
I gained a few pounds,
F
Am
now the overweight love
is in the house
Shades on, I'm ready to stunt,
ladies love me
You couldn't pay abroad
enough money to front
Dm
Not just handsome, this nigga is nice
Em
Am
I was a thriller way before Michael Jackson
teamed up with Vincent Rice
F
Am
You mad and you ready to fight?
I bust 50 of your face on both sides
till you resemble a knife
Am
F
look at wounds and bounce
Am
Dm
Sean Don, that's a real cover name
Am
when the winner was an nounced
Yo, six and yet to reach my peak
Most niggas max out one year in the street
Dm
So you made a lil' tape, got a lil' pape
Am
Em
Nigga think he straight till he taste the feet
Am
I see you in the mall next week,
not a peep
Em
Am
Sellin' back chains cause
your ass can't eat
Dm
F
Am
Listen, the game ain't built for the weak
I'ma Robby Cole,
we don't turn to other cheap
The most consistent, most complete
And still I got niggas tryna
play me cheap
Dm
That ain't a good look,
you ain't heard I'm a good cook
Em
Am
Em
And keep plenty recipes in my rap book
F
Am
Most shook when they hear my name
It must be the skill,
cause I'm lackin' in fame
Dm
Am
F
Am
There's plenty areas I can place the blame
Dm
Am
I wouldn't be a man if I asked for change
I'd like to thank all them people
that's been ridin' and sup
Dm
portin' lil' brother
Em
for the past 5, 6 years
Am
Also wanna thank all them hatin'
Em
motherfuckers
Am
That's been downin' us
Dm
F
for the past 5, 6 years
Am
Ha, I love it, I love it, I love it
Outro 1
Yeah, yeah
Am
Dm
Em
Am
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