Tonart: Eb major•
Verse 1
Fm
Yeah, what's happenin'?
Fm
Bb
I take time out to dedicate this to my dead homies
Ice
Lil'
Pat
Fm
Eb
My motherfuckin' partner
Toast
Fm
Bb
It's my dedication to y 'all,
Ab
Fm
so check it out
Bb
Fm
Some shite motherfucker
that my cousin trusted
Eb
Fucked him, set him up behind nine
And put the slug in him
Fm
Now I got to do what I got to do
Eb
Put some fuckin' work on
crew
Fm
Every day I creep the streets
in the bucket
I'm like, fuck it, I got to get this bitch
Smoking on a dipstick and
packin' my fuckin'
Fm
Bb
Now it's time to hoof ride
To the southwest side
And catch these motherfuckin'
niggas
Slippin' in the night ride
Bb
I'm fiendin' for this nigga's ass
Eb
Fm
Niggas think I'm crazy
Eb
Because I'm up behind a black rag,
Fm
fried
Bb
Now my mind's gone, just can't sleep
Fm
Till I see this punk motherfuckin'
six feet deep
Tell the law she's just another
dead young brother
Eb
Smoked by another nigga of the same color
Fm
My nig ga, my nigga, my nigga,
boy that shit's deep
Eb
Ab
The nigga you smoked was
Fm
my motherfuckin' cousin,
G
And it hurts, but
I'ma let you know
Eb
You gots to watch your back
wherever the fuck you go
Bb
You can run, you can run,
Ab
Fm
Bb
Fm
but your ass can't hide
Ab
Fm
Bb
Fm
Real niggas gonna charge you to the gate I
Bb
Eb
Ab
got no
Fm
love for the mothafucka
Eb
Man, fuck that nigga,
Ab
Eb
Curtis, it ain't even workin'
Yo, I gotta buff him
Bb
He didn't have to take my nigga
out behind the dope
Eb
Bb
Because I know he would've gave the
Ab
motherfuckers what they want
Fm
Now a part of my life is dead and gone
Ab
Fm
So now I gots to take it dead
Eb
to his motherfuckin' dome
Fm
Lay deep in the cut and watch this
Eb
Cause I know this motherfucker
Fm
Eb
is packin' a best of two
Fm
We don't wanna put the laws in this
Eb
Fm
So we don't talk our business
Eb
Because a scary nigga's known to snitch
Fm
One deep on a solo creep
Bb
I haven't slept in weeks,
Bb
Back to motherfuckin' back,
G -Crazy
Fm
Call it what you want,
Eb
I want blood from his fuckin' brain
Fm
Eb
In the motherfuckin' cup,
Whether or not the laws are
gonna get him
Eb
Lock him up, I'll make his bun
Fm
Bb
Turtle gel in the pen, uh -huh
Fm
But on the real, I gotta chill,
this shit's fucked up
Eb
His bitch -ass mama's about to
lose her fuckin' son
Bb
Fm
Behind this motherfuckin' foolishness
Eb
Bb
But you can add his fuckin' name to the list and charge
Fm
Eb
Bb
it to the gang
Fm
Ab
Fm
Eb
Fm
Bb
Eb
We got a tip that he's been
Fm
hidin' on the north side
And so let's ride,
Ab
Fm
Eb
and now he's strugglin' to survive
Bb
Gm
Fm
They say he's now smokin' that shit,
livin' lick after lick
And now he's lettin' motherfuckin'
Fm
Cm
A bitch by nature and
nothin' can save him
Ab
Fm
He's about to lose the life that the good
Cause
Bb
God don't like ugly,
Fm
Bb
God don't like ugly,
Ab
Eb
Bb
And he know just where you sleep,
Eb
Fm
heard you smoked your el bows
Ab
And you're burnin' all these hoes
Fm
Eb
And I'm a nigga like the memos,
Bb
Fm
Eb
With your name written on it
Fm
Eb
And I'm just waitin' in vain for
the day you walk up on it
Bb
Fm
Dog gone it, I gots to have
it on your ass, nigga
Eb
Fm
Eb
Fm
Fuckin' with a nigga like me
Eb
Fm
would be detrimental
Bb
But things would never be the same,
man
Fm
Bb
When I burn your motherfuckin' ass,
Fm
Bb
Fm
we gon' charge it to the gang
Nigga
Cm
Fm
Cm
Fm
Eb
Fm
Peace out
Eb
Bb
Ice water
Eb
Ab
Eb
Fm
This for you, my nigga
Raymond
Ab
Fm
Vanille
Rudy
Eb
Cm
Bb
Sander
Gm
Bb
Gm
Bb
Fm
Cm
Gm
Eb
Bb
Eb
Ab
I got much love for y 'all, an d y 'all recognize this,
cause one day, it's gonna be all over.
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