Tonart: F minor•
Verse 1
Fm
Eb
Trying to live a life with
Desperado
Wherever he go
Ab
That's why we outlaws
Born into a war
Wherever he go
Cm
Fm
Trouble will follow
Gotta accept the block with the game
Block with the aim
Eb
Db
Pockets full of chains
Closets full of things
Pop you in your brain
Bbm
Watch the block go insane
Cm
From the first to the fifth
Birth with the urge to flip
Slow it down to 9K,
body ready to pop
Eb
Db
Somethin' hot up in a nigga,
Cm
simply playin' his spot
Bbm
We grew up with no fathers,
Cm
we all wanna be the hardest
Fm
He got caught too many times,
can't beat the charges
Ab
Now we doin' more times than a little bit
Db
And now another motherfucker
gotta raise his kid
Bbm
We gotta change now,
Cm
Jersey got gangs now
it'll never be the same now
Ab
Niggas wanna bang now,
Db
gotta learn the rules first
Cruisin' spurts from crime scenes,
Bbm
choosin' the hurts
Cm
We usin' the dirt, whatever it's worth
Fm
To the best of my advantage,
now we scannin' the
Earth
Bbm
Lookin' for food,
you lookin' at a crook in the mood
But whatever you wanna do,
I'll make trouble follow you
Fm
Act shuck, niggas are stuck,
the block is stale
Smack him once just to show him that the
Glock is real
Pac was here and
Yac was here
Nigga,
Storm and I was here, your child is here
Cm
Gm
Desperado outlaws, we was born like that
Cm
Live an d die fast, nigga,
and it's on like that
Ab
Wanna live the life of
Cm
Fm
Trouble will follow
Ab
Tryna live the life of a
Db
Deserado
Cm
Fm
Trouble will follow
All he wanted to be was a soldier,
Eb
but soldier
Db
Slain voters, a cola, be a high roller
Bbm
Got a chip on his shoulder,
Cm
cause his mom's is a smoker
Fm
And his father doin' time and post
with him, he feel like life is over
As he got older,
Eb
started slingin' cola, even
Db
Doja still couldn't blow up
Cm
Bbm
No money to fold up, so he roll up
Cm
This is a hold -up, ain't nothin' funny,
But still do nothin' move, but the money,
give it to me, n***a
Ab
Db
Cause I'm hungry, uh, n***a,
no soul, chest is hollow
Bbm
Heart cold, n***a, blast with the
Texan
Fm
Pour out liquor for the dead,
homies, bless the bottle
Cause he murder his victims
Ab
and he press the throttle
Db
In a stolen vehicle,
so that's grand theft auto
Bbm
When it's murder in the first degree,
Fm
They just caught him,
he shot him, so he got problems
Bbm
In the getaway, driver is a snitch -ass lie
Who gon' testify to save his
own ass from the fire
Fm
Now you a twenty -fighter
lifer doin' time in
Rikers
Life is shitty like a dirty diaper
West
Coast so nobody like it and they ride
So we gotta roll the scrap
Gm
like a street fighter
Shank somebody so now
You gotta be wiser,
livin' the life of a
Fm
Desperado
Bbm
Cm
Fm
Wherever he goes, trouble will follow
Ab
Tryna live the life of a
Bbm
Cm
Fm
Wherever he goes, trouble will follow
Ab
Tryna live a life with
Bbm
Wherever he goes,
Cm
Fm
trouble will follow
Ab
Tryna live a life with
Bbm
Wherever he goes,
Cm
Fm
Ab
Db
trouble will follow
Bbm
Fm
You
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