Tonart: G major
Verse 1
Ebm
Fm
Ebm
Da bullshit, IC- Don motherfucker,
da bullshit
Funk Doc, motherfucker,
push whips, motherfucker
Eb
Ebm
Fm
Na, na, chill out, who got the weed in this motherfucker,
yo
Ebm
Brick City, Jersey,
Fm
I got the weed, homie
Eb
Na, na, na chill, chill, chill, na,
na chill , where the weed at
Ebm
It's da bullshit, bullshit, yo where the weed at fellas,
Eb
Yo, yo, you motherfuckers
Verse 2
Eb
When it come to this shit,
I ain't about takin' turns
'Cause Doc's in the place,
the cold nigga, I'm too late to thaw
Doc unfold niggas 'til they ribs is raw
Verse 3
Eb
Fm
Whether you up the ball or ride the bitch
Eb
My pens write with a vengeance
Fm
Eb
and Via gra in
Fm
Stay hard like the biceps when it's stacked
Eb
I'm gritty, I wouldn't love
Verse 4
in a tennis match
Eb
I don't like to sign autograph
Fm
Ebm
s half the time
I scribble my name and draw
Fm
Eb
a jackass design
Ebm
Fm
Calvin Kleins spilled on the floor,
Ebm
Dogged on the tour, so,
Eb
send some new whores, H O
Fm
Eb
I got a food table to warm, a new neighbor
Verse 5
Ebm
to warn
Eb
And people at the label I'm on
Ebm
Eb
Crunch time, what you think
the forty- four is for
Eb
I want the whole smorgas board
Verse 6
Eb
Gotta clean my act up and,
get my thoughts straight
Ebm
Eb
Stop smashin' the five and ap
Fm
Eb
pear in the court dates
I won't ride the bike unless
it's see be are
With no tricks but a bitch
Fm
Eb
it'll be on nex t
Verse 7
I'm still wheel handlin,
Fm
you die in a ambulance
Ebm
Block prime scramblin',
Fm
Eb
glock nine handlin'
Duckin' the flows of mind
travelin'
Ebm
You heard it before,
Eb
you ain't Sunshine Anderson
Verse 8
Eb
Got a bomb plantin' and
Ebm
Eb
I'm ready for more
Bitches gettin' in my party
givin' head at the do
All my niggas and my shorty's and
Fm
get high in the audience
Ebm
I carry a gaudy gun,
Fm
Eb
you'll die in the audience
Verse 9
Ebm
Eb
That's the bullshit, the bullshit
Ebm
We walk up in the club
That's the bullshit, the bullshit
Fm
Fondling your bitch ass off the bullshit
Verse 10
E
the bullshit, the bullshit
Brook- non off the bullshit
Fm
That's the bullshit, that's the bullshit
Eb
That's the- nah, nah, nah, nah,
chill nigga
That's the bullshit
Verse 11
Eb
Yo, I put the pressure on a man
Fm
Eb
without a gun in my hand
His limpin' lenny turn around and then
I pump from the pants
One nine in each arm,
I get hot as I squeeze from it
Now he's a cheap ornament,
Fm
Eb
died in a street tournament
Verse 12
Eb
Peep the clues, not deep with dudes My Benz
don't carry shoes 'cause
I'm cheap as Jews
But I let off this cannon bet
your fleet would move
Ebm
After that I tell you and what
Verse 13
Eb
Fuck the Visine, duck when I
Eb
With a shottie with me and myself
Fm
and Irene and my team
Eb
Fm
Eb
Fuck your mainstream dry off feet
I'm explosive as Simon in Die Hard 3
Verse 14
Eb
Fm
Now you wavin' six flags like you at GA
Eb
'Cause my gun on standby
like a flight delay
Sprayin' water on all those
Fm
Eb
whoever's hot
Take they mic, take they jewels,
then them Bezell, Doc
Verse 15
Eb
Stop IC- Don, get gone,
Fm
Eb
nigga I'm here
Sippin' a beer,
5th with the clip in the rear
That'll lift him off his feet,
Fm
Eb
make him flip in the air
I pull big guns out, like I'm hittin' a deer
Verse 16
Eb
You don't really know
when trouble come
When you open your door and somebody
In yo, house chewin' bubble gum
With double guns, cocked in each hand
Nigga, you about to be buried in beach sand
Verse 17
Eb
Fm
I don't care if you broke or not
Eb
I don't care if you sell weed,
Fm
Eb
dope, coke or not
Nigga, I still smoke the glock
Give your face polka dots,
Fm
y'all better hope I stop
Verse 18
Fm
Eb
doom, I kidnap a classroom
Fm
Eb
Hide 'em in the left wing of my bathroom
Do you think you could survive
all that we bring, ya
Fm
Bullets, comin' at ya just as long
as your finger
Verse 19
Eb
And every, morning I linger on
Fm
the corner just drinkin'
Eb
Borin' and thinkin',
Fm
Eb
how I'm 'bout to score with this ink pen
Ebm
You better hope we blow
Fm
on this rappin' shit
Eb
Ebm
You don't want us to go
Eb
under the mattresses
Verse 20
Eb
Shorty lookin' at me funny
Fm
like I don't get bank
Eb
Ebm
My house is hot bitch,
Eb
I swim in my fish tank
Fm
Eb
Every car got a bar, the whole clique drink
I'm a dirty nigga, nuts sweaty, dick stink
Verse 21
Fm
I'm takin' you to S and D's
Eb
That's a lie bitch I am on ecstasy
I won't remember none
of this when the X in me
Ebm
Eb
So if you want sex for free, check for me,
Outro 1
IC- Don
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