Tonart: F minor
Verse 1
Ebm
Db
Trying to live a life with
Desperado
Wherever he go
Bbm
Trouble will follow
Gb
That's why we outlaws
Born into a war
Wherever he go
Bbm
Ebm
Trouble will follow
Gotta accept the block with the game
Block with the aim
Db
B
Pockets full of chains
Closets full of things
Pop you in your brain
Abm
Watch the block go insane
Bbm
From the first to the fifth
Ebm
Curse with a gift
Birth with the urge to flip
Slow it down to 9K,
body ready to pop
Db
B
Somethin' hot up in a nigga,
Bbm
simply playin' his spot
Abm
We grew up with no fathers,
Bbm
we all wanna be the hardest
Ebm
He got caught too many times,
can't beat the charges
Gb
Now we doin' more times than a little bit
B
And now another motherfucker
gotta raise his kid
Abm
We gotta change now,
Bbm
Jersey got gangs now
it'll never be the same now
Gb
Niggas wanna bang now,
B
gotta learn the rules first
Cruisin' spurts from crime scenes,
Abm
choosin' the hurts
Bbm
We usin' the dirt, whatever it's worth
Ebm
To the best of my advantage,
now we scannin' the
Earth
Abm
Lookin' for food,
you lookin' at a crook in the mood
But whatever you wanna do,
I'll make trouble follow you
Ebm
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
Bbm
Fm
Desperado outlaws, we was born like that
Bbm
Live an d die fast, nigga,
and it's on like that
Gb
Wanna live the life of
Bbm
Ebm
Trouble will follow
Gb
Tryna live the life of a
B
Deserado
Bbm
Ebm
Trouble will follow
All he wanted to be was a soldier,
Db
but soldier
B
Slain voters, a cola, be a high roller
Abm
Got a chip on his shoulder,
Bbm
cause his mom's is a smoker
Ebm
And his father doin' time and post
with him, he feel like life is over
As he got older,
Db
started slingin' cola, even
B
Doja still couldn't blow up
Bbm
Abm
No money to fold up, so he roll up
Bbm
This is a hold -up, ain't nothin' funny,
But still do nothin' move, but the money,
give it to me, n***a
Gb
B
Cause I'm hungry, uh, n***a,
no soul, chest is hollow
Abm
Heart cold, n***a, blast with the
Texan
Ebm
Pour out liquor for the dead,
homies, bless the bottle
Cause he murder his victims
Gb
and he press the throttle
so that's grand theft auto
Abm
When it's murder in the first degree,
Ebm
They just caught him,
he shot him, so he got problems
Abm
In the getaway, driver is a snitch -ass lie
Who gon' testify to save his
own ass from the fire
Ebm
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
Fm
like a street fighter
Shank somebody so now
Bbm
he's a double lifer
You gotta be wiser,
livin' the life of a
Ebm
Desperado
Abm
Bbm
Ebm
Wherever he goes, trouble will follow
Gb
Tryna live the life of a
Abm
Bbm
Ebm
Wherever he goes, trouble will follow
Gb
Tryna live a life with
Abm
Wherever he goes,
Bbm
Ebm
trouble will follow
Gb
Tryna live a life with
Abm
Wherever he goes,
Bbm
Ebm
Gb
B
trouble will follow
Abm
Ebm
You
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